Today, I talked to a collector who called to collect on a school loan from Colorado State University in the amount of $34,750 and some pennies. It’s funny that I never remember attending CSU or racking up thousands on campus. I don’t have a CSU sweatshirt that says I was even there. “Impossible,” I said.
Read MoreB said that the dog drives me to the edge and then the girl pushes me over. I think the truth is they hold secret meetings to decide who gets to drive and who gets to do the push. The other day I heard something behind me. When I turned around I saw a pickup truck with a snow shovel attachement and all three of them had their faces pressed up to the windshield.
Read MoreThis morning, my not-quite-four-year-old, sat on her bed having a conversation with her “husband”, not quite imaginary and not quite alive. Her conversation started politely enough but soon a full-on spousal spat ensued. “Shawn, you lazy dog,” she snapped. Fair enough, Shawn is in fact a 2 foot, pink and purple dog who doesn’t contribute much to the family. “You’re wasting my time.” She yelled. Shawn sat quietly, obviously giving much consideration to her accusations and what his reply might be.
Read MoreOutside, heavy sleet & rain. Us in the car. The conversation went like this:
Me: I want to get Ash some rain slicker boots. And me, too.
B: What are rain slicker boots?
Tonight we had chocolate fondue for dinner. Really, chocolate fondue for dinner. Nothing else. Chocolate and stuff to dip in it. I must be the best mom and wife in the world.
Read MoreLast week B and I found ourselves in New York City. It’s not like we suddenly woke up from an unknowing slumber in a strange and distant land, or that we were on a walkabout and this was our final destination. This journey was planned. In fact in the days leading to the BIG day, we spent time looking at maps and ferry and bus schedules, so much so that when the BIG day finally arrived, we were very confident that we could navigate our way across the island of Manhattan with ease. It was almost as though we felt we ourselves were New Yorkers. Oh, yes, residents. Nay, natives.
Read MoreA friend of mine posted that she was contemplating her overflowing laundry baskets. I could identify. I stood in the laundry room and stared at the clothes lying prostrate and surrounding the washing machine as though they had come to Mecca. What finally guilted me to take action, actually turn on the machine and send the clothes to cleaning Nirvana was the fact that I took B's last pair of clean socks from his drawer this morning so that I would have clean and cushy socks for my workout (and B I know you're gonna see this. Don't worry, you'll have all sorts of clean socks by the time you get home. No guarantee they'll be folded, though.)
Read MoreThe other day while we were sitting in the living room, B points to the pants he was wearing and says to me, “I think these need to be washed.” His statement was almost immediately followed with, “Smell them.”The other day while we were sitting in the living room, B points to the pants he was wearing and says to me, “I think these need to be washed.” His statement was almost immediately followed with, “Smell them.”
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