nice nice nice

I met nice husbands wife today.

she was nice too.

what a nice couple.

I feel like we are close friends.

but we aren't.

oh well.

have a nice day

I don't want a baby brother. . .

I had a dream last night.

My mother came up to me and told me that she thought she should have another baby.
I, being the obvious more rational one, tried everything to talk her out of "puttin' one in the oven" so to speak.
But she wouldn't budge.
Obviously I had to take some sort of action. So I went out and bought some birth control pills. The checker lady in my dream looked at me funny because I didn't have a wedding ring on.
So every morning I would make my mother breakfast and put a pill in it.
I don't know how long my dream would have lasted because I woke up, but I'm really really really glad it was just a dream
Those parents of mine are much to ancient to have another kid.
I guess grandkids will just have to do.

Nice v.s. Clueless

I want to marry somebody that will come into a quilt shop 6 days before Christmas with a confused look on their face asking what they should get their wifey for Christmas.
Although, I did meet two very different men today.
the first one, we'll call him "nice husband" came in with the glazed over look on his face but when we gave him some options he actually knew what his wifey would like better.

the second one, "clueless husband" had no clue what style his wife liked.

Although it was cute to see both husbands worry about what their wife would want, the first one was definitely more involved in his wife's addiction to quilting. He at least acted like he had paid attention when she showed him her finished projects when the "clueless husband" acted like all he knew was that his wife liked to sew. He probably doesn't even realize that that blanket he snuggles up with when he watches football was made by her.

Ok maybe that was a little too far.
but still, I want to marry somebody that will take interest in my sewing.
:)
Merry Christmas!!!!

You know you're loosing your mind when. . .

You start laughing hysterically when. . .
you are in the high school parking lot by yourself when. . .
you accidentally bump your backpack into another parked car when. . .
you say. . .
"Oh, Sorry"

Needless to say. . .
the car didn't say anything back.

i like my showers lava hot... not

there is nothing more that i hate than a bipolar shower head.

dear head,
it's like i don't even know you anymore.
how could you do this to me?
hot water, cold water, please just make up your mind.
when you do though, I would like it if you spit out your usual hottness that you know i love.
sincerely,
me