- that when we were at the park playing frisbee and I yelled to Cole "run, Forrest, run", there would be a family behind us having a picnic...whose son just happened to have a noticeable limp.
Talk about "stupid is as stupid does".
- that I would be able to avoid devouring 2 boxes of Girl Scout thin mint cookies in a matter of ONE hour. I know, right? Those cookies were created by the devil himself.
-- that I'm not the only wife in the world whose husband suffers from a horrible case of PMS. Seriously. I think Tim's had his period now for about 10 days.
-- that Garrett will wake up tomorrow and not say, "Toy Story 3 coming out in theatre in June...me wanna see it, okay?" over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again.
-- that the 2 people who called and said they wanted to buy the strollers I had listed on Craigslist would actually show up at the time they said they would with cash on hand...surely, the most shocking event in Craigslist history
-- that for JUST ONCE Tim could avoid taking an innocent question and turn in to something completely sexual.
Like when I was about to start painting the downstairs bathroom and I asked him, "So do I use an up and down stroke or just a down stroke?"
He could hardly contain himself as he replied, "Well, personally, I prefer the up and down stroke...feel free to practice it on me to make sure you have the technique down...you know, before you actually start painting so you won't make any mistakes".
Yeah, as if he's looking out for MY best interest?
-- that it would take me an entire 6 hours to paint one little bitty bathroom. Now that's one hell of a way to get a serious contact high...and a raging headache
-- that I would think to myself that the luscious deep chocolate brown paint that we loved as a sample looked a little more like purple once it was on the wall...
and that immediately upon seeing the finished wall, Bella would ask, "Mommy, why did you use purple paint?"
-- that after the entire bathroom was painted, Tim took one look at it and said, "Hmmm, I'm not sure I really like the brown, plus it looks like you missed some spots".
It's all good, though. I told him to go change his tampon and not to talk to me again until he has something nice to say...or, at the very least, until his period is gone and his hormones are back in check.
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