Reasons Why My Husband is Better than Almost Anything*
I realized today that I may characterize my husband a bit like a stick in the mud, which is not very fair of me because he really isn’t (mostly). If anything, he’s usually the fun one up for a night out on the town when I’d rather re-read Rebecca at home for the forty-seventh time. So I am going to write a post in honor of him, partly to keep things happy on the home front, but mostly because he is AMAZING and deserves good things to be said of him. Not to sound all braggy, but since I did have to wait nine years to marry him, yeah, I’m going to brag…
Great, Now I Want a New Car.
I tried to warn him. It’s not my fault he wouldn’t listen. Now he has to suffer the consequences. You can’t take me car shopping unless we’re leaving the lot in a different car from the one we came in. But I need to back up and explain a bit. On the way home from church, both of us were in grumpy moods because we were actually so late that we couldn’t find parking, which resulted in us missing the service altogether. Believe me, when you wake up early on a Sunday morning, you want it to mean something. Sniping at each other, threatening dismemberment (actually that was just me),…
Just Picture Me in a Kerchief
My baby started college this week. And yes, I am fully aware that I am twenty-nine years old and have yet to give birth. I mean this baby: My darling Little Chip (a.k.a. Baby Sister). I was eleven and a half when she was born, so naturally I adopted her as my own child, seeing as she was an infant/toddler during most of my teen years. Talk about great birth control. Just kidding, I was a Good Girl in high school and a painfully self-conscious theatre geek, which is birth control enough on its own. My participation in her childhood was basically all of the fun with little of the…
Family Camping: An Exercise in Survival
Adventure Week Continues! Now I’m really thinking about adventure, and I’ve come up with a theory about my insatiable craving for survival shows that blows all my previous B.S. out of the water. In case you didn’t know, I am the master of B.S. Don’t even start a B.S. war with me, you will not win. Unless you’re Mike, he’s pretty good at it too. That’s why we’re perfect for each other. But I digress…this is why I never get anything done. These new theories involve some embarrassing family photos and true stories about animal feces, so really, you should stick around, as it doesn’t get more adventurous than that.…
The Coalition to Protect our Right to Consume and Enjoy Butter, or, The Butter Battle
During our most recent argument, Mike actually whisked away the butter I was happily consuming on my naan, claiming it would make me fat and raise my cholesterol. I’m sorry, but huh? First of all, my cholesterol levels are well within normal, thankyouverymuch. Secondly, I’d be far more concerned about my sugar intake than my love affair with saturated fats. After all, I am the girl known for *occasionally* substituting ice cream in lieu of breakfast. I eat very healthily in general, aiming for all-natural, organic, raw-if-possible foods, with a modest amount of butter and olive oil and naan, which I know are filled with fat, but they are HEALTHY fats, unlike the…
