As you click through the slideshow, note Hubby’s concentration. Working through distractions is a learned skill.
That last pic is just for fun, so you can have your “Awwwww!!!” moment once you get a load of that kid’s eyes!
My final offering is in honor of fellow blogger, tref, because when I saw this pic, I was reminded of those I see of him looking at his restaurant food. I get extra points, however, because my sweater perfectly matches my deep fried matcha green tea ice cream, which was, by the way, delicious.
Thank you for reading. Which pic did you enjoy the most? Eat anything extra tasty lately?
One day my son is two. The next day he eats cold pizza for breakfast, so apparently he’s now in college. [My husband was on breakfast duty that day.]
My husband was googling what to do when your paint cans won’t close securely, so I asked him, “How did we find things out before Google?” He said, “We talked to people. This is much better.” Read the rest of this entry →
Those of you who follow Andrew Reynolds’ blog know that I’m blatantly stealing his post idea. (Flattered, Andrew?) His hilarious Friday posts are often “wisdom” from his father. Since my children’s father imparted wisdom on them recently, I couldn’t resist this post.
My husband and three daughters were at Costco when one of them spotted a dime on the floor. Soon another found two pennies, and the other a quarter. Next it was another penny and a dime.
My husband said, “We should find out who’s dropping this money. And follow him.”
What do you do when you find a coin on the floor?
A. Pick it up.
B. Leave it.
C. Turn it head side up to give someone good luck.
Me: “No.” I mean, if I had one, I’d have had to bake it myself. So, clearly no. Which was fine with me. Just show me to the nearest ice cream. But he said, “No wife of mine isn’t going to have a baked good on her birthday.”
He turned up after work with six mini fruit pies from Walmart. Fifty cents each.
Who says the romance is dead?
You’ll note there are only five pies pictured. The sixth, an additional apple pie, was left out. That’s my husband’s favorite. He bought two of those. I’ll leave you to draw your own conclusions.
I leaned to the side so as not to mar the view of my single candle (to reflect the age I act) and my little “Happy Birthday” sign.
At 10:00 on Sunday mornings, the kids are supposed to get ready for church. My husband said to them, “Girls, it’s 10:00.”
“You need to tell them what that means,” I said.
“Girls, it’s 10:00, which means the short hand is on the 10 and the long hand is on the 12.”
Husband and I recently got to drive alone in our little red car instead of having to take the big van. I was delighted to be in my old car again. I lovingly stroked the dash and reminded him, “This car is older than our marriage.” Read the rest of this entry →
Hubs and I got separated at Walmart. When we found each other again, we both had on a giant bear head hat.
So imagine this bear’s head on our heads. But pretend it’s not creepy.
We’d come across the display separately, weighed the pros and cons of “who knows who’s had their head in this thing” vs. “gosh, it would be funny” and decided funny won. We saw each other, froze, and immediately cracked up. Read the rest of this entry →