Years ago, I picked up really comfortable armchair from a garage sale, partly to annoy the B&B across the street who stood and glared at me every time I worked on my older car. Loved sitting on the porch reading in that chair. Landlord finally had a few words and let me know I could keep it only if I tucked it behind the shrubbery.
This one in heart beat if he would. I despise shopping, and he knows my size and has gotten my shoes and t-shirts for years. I’m not going to be looking at the dress, he is. And for the record, he’ll be talking me into the higher price- I’ll be paying for it, not him.
That child is screaming for rules and control, and some sense of order to her world. She is not a monster… she is a child who has never been given one moment of stability or inflexible rules. She is crying out to know how the world that makes no sense to her actually works, and where she fits in.
I forget almost every single anniversary, and miss every birthday including my own. I am very lucky that my husband forgives me year after year. I did ask if he wanted to do something special fora our anniversary this year, since it’ll be our 10th. And asked for credit in advance that I noticed what year it was, because sure as shoot, when it rolls around, I’ll have forgotten again.
A few years back I went to visit my husband (then fiance) while he was getting his pedorthics degree in another state. He opened a text book, and showed me all the foot deformities caused by high heeled shoes. “So, when I fly home, can I throw all my heels out?” His response, “Please. I never want to see those on your feet. I love how they make your legs look, but it’s so not worth it.”
A few weeks ago, we took our 2 boys for a walk on a local beach. Our 2 boy scouts got a merit badge for being about to name over 6 different types of shells, 2 jellyfish, and 4 different types of seaweed. Then I walked away while dad was giving the talk about what the raccoon was looking for under the rocks… and hearing the gagging from da boys as they “got” what Mr. Raccoon was happily chomping on, espicially after dad helped them tip a rock.
Years ago, I picked up really comfortable armchair from a garage sale, partly to annoy the B&B across the street who stood and glared at me every time I worked on my older car. Loved sitting on the porch reading in that chair. Landlord finally had a few words and let me know I could keep it only if I tucked it behind the shrubbery.