Last Friday I received a package in the mail from the publisher of the book I co-authored, 101 Tips for a Happier Marriage. It was two copies of the book but with a completely different look. Bewildered, I read the accompanying letter and discovered that Pauline Publications India was republishing our book!
I was floored! I immediately picked up my phone to call Jennifer, my co-author. As I was about to push the button for her number, she called me. I answered, “I was just dialing your number!” (How long before that statement makes no sense any more?)
“Did you get your mail today?” she asked.
“That’s what I was going to say to you!”
We did our own respective happy dances. Mine involved jumping on various pieces of furniture. I would imagine her response was more sedate and stately. (Fine, I didn’t jump on any furniture. I probably did a bit of hopping up and down, though.) We could hardly believe it. We’d gone international!
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Nina at sleepingshouldbeeasy.com asked me to do a guest post on the above topic. And so I did! Having a happy marriage is what I’m all about. You could even say I wrote the book on it. Oh, wait! I did!
Thanks, Nina, for posting! You can find my article on her website here.
P.S. It was also posted on Mercatornet.com and CreativeMinorityReport, in case you happen to frequent either of those.
My stomach hurts just looking at this.
My oldest was watching an educational video about flatworms. Yum! I watched the starfish one with her, but let her handle this video on her own. I had dinner to consider, after all.
When it was over she came to give me her report. This is what she learned about flatworms:
“Mommy, did you know that flatworms are both male and female? And when they mate, they fight each other. The loser has to Read the rest of this entry
That’s soooome pig!
I’m reading Charlotte’s Web to my girls. We are currently at the part at the fair where Wilbur is, as always, worried that he’ll be killed. Charlotte assures him he will win a ribbon and won’t be killed. Nice, right?
So, at dinner, my four-year-old takes a bite of meat and says, “Mmmm… Yum-my! This tastes like DEAD PIG!”
Sigh. Then later I asked if she’d like some carrots. She said, “Yes, please, and more dead pig!”
Good grief. I’m not placing money on her becoming a vegetarian.
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Which is why I bring you another extremely late story.
What is it? Almost February? Who’s writing this post? She needs to get with it!
Christmas morning, we were driving home from church, and I thought back to the previous Christmas when I attempted a post-Mass Starbucks run. A car ahead of us had the same idea, but, making the discovery that Starbucks was closed, the driver turned around and made eye contact as she passed, giving us a head shake and a frown. I thought that was so cute and sweet of her. We were united in our disappointment.
Remembering that incident, I sat despondently in my seat on the drive home this Christmas. I longed for a warm, tasty beverage. “I wish I hadn’t recently drunk the last of my candy cane green tea,” I said sadly to my husband. I should have saved the last tea bag for today.
He merely nodded.
This stuff is so good that when I drain the mug, I suck on the bag. What? I don’t have a problem. Quit judging me!
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