I really have nothing particular to blog about – well, that’s not absolutely true, but for some reason my kids object to me broadcasting any interesting items that are going in their lives. They are *so* selfish.
With that said, instead of talking about something neat-o, I will simply post a list of things wives ought not do on Valentines.
They should not weigh themselves. Nothing good can come of it.
That’s my whole list. But really, that advice is good for any day. You’re welcome.
Speaking of Valentines Day, if you’ve been around long enough you know that I detest this dumb holiday. It’s just an excuse for women to get all worked up in frantic expectation for something they don’t actually know what they want. They are just expectant for the sake of being expectant – all they know is that they are waiting for something spectacular or by golly, their man’s gonna be in trouble.
My husband never cooperates, though. He knows I hate Valentines Day and yet he always brings me something anyway. And this year he even jumped the gun and brought home a dozen white and dark chocolate covered strawberries. My very favorite.
Ok, while I’m trying to type now all of a sudden my whole room is permeated with a mix of combating fragrances. And I mean that literally. My son will not stay out of my bathroom. He goes in there and makes the lotion bottles fight with the hairspray and perfume. Or he takes all the toilet paper rolls out and builds a huge double-ply pyramid… how come he won’t just sit down, hold still and read a book for several hours?
I can’t believe Coie gets paid to glue stuff together.
PS WHOOOO HOOOOOO Jess and Cha Cha will be here in six days!!! And this Monday she has an ultrasound so we’ll find out if I get a niece or a nephew.
PPS The barn dance is coming up quick… are you registered yet?
PPPS My laptop is seriously about to conk. Any suggestions on where I can get a super cheap replacement?