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Cheap Father's Day Dinner, Chardonnay, Emergency Rooms and Bad Mothering
Originally posted June 15, 2014 on FB
Good thing today isn't Mothers Day because I may just be the worst Mother ever. I'd say my chance at Mother-of-the-Year is as dead as the chicken we just shamelessly enjoyed. First, about that...
Oh My Cod!!!
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It is no secret that I cannot cook. I do not cook. I do not go to the grocery store. I do like to eat though. A lot. My personal chef, aka my husband, knows this and keeps me happily OUT of his kitchen.
So I came home from working late on Friday and my cook was sitting on his buns watching TV. That was the second thing I noticed. The first thing I took note of was the clean, fresh scent of hardwood cleaner and the sight of shiny wood floors and tile. Over 2600 square feet of flooring so clean you could eat off of it.
Fluffy BFFs
I have a couple of mottos.
I would not want to live in a world without Dogs, Glass or Wine
and
You've never had a BFF unless you've had a Dog
I Am Not a Crook
With the exception of a heart or two, lots of glances, and a few ounces from my Daddy's whiskey bottle when I was sixteen, I've never stolen a thing in my life!
So I was at a party last night. Not a party really, but a 25th Anniversary Celebration my employer threw for being who we are now for the past, you guessed it, 25 years.
Cowboy Vs. Mermaid
I am obsessed with cowboy boots. I don't know why exactly. I want to be a mermaid, not a cowboy.
Who Has a Fork?
Go ahead and stick one in me. I am DONE for the year. The last push is always the hardest, which is what I imagine child birth would be like without the epidural.
Home (Show), Sweet Home (Show)
Every year after Market Days, which is a two day show where 401,724,953 people show up to do some serious shopping, I host an Open Studio Show and Sale. Last night was my 14th one.
