This Superbowl was something special. It was the first in which my 15yo son showed interest, and he watched it along with his step-father. Naturally, they rooted for opposite teams. I had a decent time, playing them against one another for an hour or three, until my husband said something stupid to irritate me. Then it was game on: I was going with my kid for the Seahawks...all the way, my homies.
It was about this time the Hawks let everyone know they were going to win. So, my son and I really let the hubby have it. Now, I don't think I'm stupid...it's more that I really suck at 'timing'. Because it really WASN'T the moment to ask the hubby what he thought about the card I slaved over for hours. But I did and he squinted and said, "What is that green crap at the bottom?" Wounded, I said "It's Hosta...I love Hosta's...you know this!!"
"Whatever...it just looks...well...clumpy, I guess."
I cried at the loss of the love we once shared, but after devouring leftover nachos and a third of a crockpot of cocktail weenies, I was able to gain control and perspective of the situation. It's obvious he said what he did-not because his team lost and he was teased about it and he was irritated at me for my part in said teasing- but because he obviously has a 21 yo girlfriend stashed somewhere, who lives on nothing but air and sunshine and thus stays a permanent size 2. Furthermore, her father is wealthy and she and my husband will travel the world, feeding caviar to each other (with no thought as to their unwashed hands, I bet) on her sailboat, all while I'm stuck here with a teen, a tween and a 7yo autistic kid who was unhappy with some of his stuffed animals and sentenced them to the gulag, which happened to be the oven. (How was I supposed to know they were there? Besides, one was some zombie thing...it was already ugly...what did a few scorch marks matter? It just added to the whole concept of the zombie, right?) I realized I couldn't raise these children alone and I would rather die than share custody of my Craft room so I have decided that I would go apologize and I'm going to do that right this instant.
Hold on...there's still some tortilla chips and cheese available, and a cocktail weenie on the carpet. Hey...it's no big deal...just rinse it off!!! What was I talking about?? Oh, look! TWO weenies!!!
Date: Sunday, February 2, 2014 GMT Views: 704
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Registered: April 18, 2011 Location: Melbourne, Aus Posts: 32730
Sun, Feb 02, 2014 @ 10:20 PM
You could scribble on a brown paper bag and I would look at it just to read the write-up. Miss Carmen, if you can get all your medication through Customs, you are welcome here for some R & R anytime. Bring sunblock...it's hot. Oh about your card.. love it, even the green bit at the bottom!!!
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Registered: December 23, 2008 Location: Hyde Park, NY Posts: 605
Mon, Feb 03, 2014 @ 12:39 PM
Your card is absolutely lovely! All the detail and dimension - husbands what do they know?!?! I love hostas, too, besides bringing something to shady spots they fill areas that won't need mowing - an added benefit. As for 21 and size 2 - don't know much, but something I do know - nobody stays either!
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Registered: January 2, 2013 Location: Burlington NC Posts: 1731
Mon, Feb 03, 2014 @ 12:42 PM
LOL (&*^& I was REALLY hoping the Hostas would be a hit...sigh. I get tired of grass so I hung my heart and hopes on this new bit of...well...genius, I'm sure one would say. I wouldn't because I'm incredibly modest, you know. Another good thing would be to wait until the next day to post...my grammar makes me want to cry. As to customs, considering my on-air 3 year 'critique' of P-BO (my name for obama) I doubt I would be allowed to RETURN from your country!!! LOL But thank you for always checking in and saying such awesome things....I lurk in your gallery all the flipping time and should comment more but with this stupid numbness affecting my hands, I'm so limited in typing. Keeping up with that ridiculous blog is about as much as I can do. Love ya, sister and I PROMISE I'm coming for a visit. Just me. A couple of stamps. Maybe my mother to pay for everything...you know. ;)
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