Friday, February 20, 2009

Hers Must Be Different

I can't remember who sent that to me, but it made me laugh. There is a Super Wal-Mart 2.12 miles from our house and I go inside it maybe twice a year. I've said repeatedly that if I were ever to have a panic attack, I'm pretty sure it would happen while waiting in a Super Wal-Mart checkout line. The last few times I've been there, I've simply abandoned my merchandise and walked out empty-handed.

Luckily there's a Super Target which also happens to be 2.12 miles from our house. Ahhhhh, Target: my home away from home, my comfort zone. I love all your cool stuff, your big clean aisles and your short friendly lines. Thank you for saving me from panic attacks.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Some Might Argue

Your Spiritual Number is Two

You bring kindness and harmony into other people's lives. Whenever a situation or idea seems extreme, you try to lend some balance.

Right now, your life is about benefiting from choices you've made in your past. You have done your best to be a good person, and it is starting to pay off.

You are an idealist with interesting ideas. You can't help but see all of the beauty in the world. But you are also aware of the world and its limitations. You have realistic expectations.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009


Speaking of my husband, you might not recognize him in this picture. I didn't, the first few times I saw it.

Please note: Some of the faces have been doodled to protect the innocent, just in case anyone at one of these parties was ever remotely innocent.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

No Secret

The secret's out. After two years, my husband has discovered my blog. And read it. And sent the link to his friends. And tried to give me suggestions for it.

I guess this means he knows the dining room is a different color now. It's a good thing I didn't blog about replacing the dining room chandelier.

I never made a big deal out of the blog because he has this innate distrust of the internet. Of course now he's wondering if someone will find it and sta1k us. That probably won't happen, though, because I'm pretty sure sta1kers always google the word "sta1k" before zeroing in a sta1kee and I just totally saved us with that 1.

I also made a point of not mentioning my husband much on the blog but I might all of a sudden be smelling fresh meat.