I swear I can’t make this stuff up. It also sounds like the title of a country song. I’ll have to work on the lyrics in my spare time.
My daughter had her first full-time job interview last week. She showed me the outfit she planned on wearing. Call me old-fashioned but I really thought the skirt was just too short. So we went into my closet to find a more “suitable” interview outfit. Christina tried one of my dresses on and then wailed: “OMG! I look like I have three kids and drive a mini-van!” She was right. She wore the short skirt.
We had been nagging our son to get his flu shot for months. Finally we told him no more money until he gets his flu shot. Luckily I remembered to demand proof as well. (And I had to check the dates just to make sure it wasn’t proof from last year)
Yeah, Ohio got A TON of snow. Kind of cool, rather cold but cozy with a fire in the fireplace. Believe it or not, I absolutely love shoveling out our driveway. And it is a l-o-n-g driveway. By the third time it had to be done, I was so over it. But I want absolute acknowledgement that I did it without bitching.
Last night I was so PMSing that I decided to be nice and go to bed early. (Something my husband just doesn’t give me enough credit for – I mean, I could stay up and bitch for hours, right?) Then I had a dream. And in my dream I was also so PMSing that my husband said to me: “Look, I don’t want to hear it. Just use the RONCO DREAM BOOT and change your damn dream if you don’t like it.” So I used this contraption and moved myself into a different dream. True dream story. I swear I can crack myself up even in sleep.
Finally, here is Casey with his favorite Christmas toy. Except there is some kind of love/hate thing going on. It makes this stupid chipmunk noise when you squeeze it and drives him crazy. Abbey just wants it so she can tear it apart.