I’m saving it for tomorrow’s RTB column.
In lieu of anything deep and profound (which you didn’t really expect to find here anyway, did you?) I offer some tidbits of recent conversation at Casa Stacey:
Me: Get out of my mouth! (I said this at least three times during the wee hours of last night. I changed mouthwash brands and both of my kitties are fascinated by the new citrus tingle.)
Hubby: Where is that quacking sound coming from?
Tall Kid: The dog.
Short Kid: Why do dogs and cats lick their pee-pees?
Me and Hubby at same time: Because they can.
(Umm…discussion of pets, lack of opposable thumbs and hygiene discussion did follow.)
Hubby: My four-wheeler won’t be done in time for this weekend, so I’m probably going to have to ride yours.
Me: And I’ll ride………?
Hubby: I thought I’d take the kids out of your hair and give you some time to write.
How generous of him, no?