“How many lives will I live?” – Me texting the husband.
“Huh” – Response from the husband.
“How many lives will I live?” – My attempt again to gain an answer.
“I have no idea what you are saying, but I am going to say one.” – Husbands response.
“So you’re saying I should buy the shoes? Thanks!” - A humbled and very surprised me.
“Oh, NOOOOOOO $$$$$$$$$$” – A husband who’s trying to get out of telling me it was ok to buy new boots.
I clearly gave him the opportunity to have a voice in the purchase. I do have to say, these new boots are not only pretty, but comfortable. I wore them all day Monday and my feet never hurt. So I want to spend the first part of this blog thanking the husband for always thinking of me and buying me wonderful gifts; when I least expect them.
RIP old boots, who are now laid to rest with the Sharpie marker that kept them polished on the toes and heels.
Guess what, I’m back blogging about DECA. Yay!
I love this club. We traveled to Indianapolis, IN for four days of fun with 41 teenagers and seven adults. Doesn't that sound just like dessert? Actually, these teens are a great bunch of kids.
We toured Lucas Oil Stadium, Indianapolis Motor Speedway, and attended a Pacers vs. Mavericks game.
My boys aren’t fans of either team and both have a weird obsession with socks. So it was only natural that their souvenir would be black NBA socks from the gift shop.
I lost them somewhere between Bankers Life Fieldhouse and the homestead.
The boy asked me if I had bought him anything, like maybe socks. I had to report that I had and also had lost them.
Two days into my grief over the $20 lost pairs of socks, I expressed to the eldest child my shame in my irresponsibility. She said, “I have them, you left them in my room.”
All is right with the world again!
I feel like Queen Marie Antoinette yelling “Let the boys wear socks!”
I did however head to Indy prepared for cold weather. Just as I was about to leave I realized that I would need gloves. I head upstairs and open the drawer with winter items and find four black gloves; all four different. So, being a very stylish, intelligent person I made a decision. I took all four. Luckily the weather was never cold enough to warrant me wearing my mismatched hand-huggies. However, my roommates and I had a ball laughing at my misfortune. I guess I’m in the market for gloves; I will have to see if I have any lives left with the husband.
Quote of the Day: We should have a way of telling people their breath stinks without hurting their feelings like, “I’m bored, lets go brush your teeth.”