Thursday, I booked our trip to Florida.
It's been more than two years since
JWS and I took a real vacation together.
Let's just say,
WE ARE EXCITED!!!
Saturday, JWS bought these flip flops for himself.
As a side note,
He has NEVER worn flip-flops!
No foreign object has ever
invaded the space
between his toes,
delicate feet that they are.
last night we were going to a picnic.
And I tell him to wear his new flip-flops.
Good thing I added,
better throw your sneakers in the car,
just in case.
One hour into the picnic,
I see him hobbling to the car.
I know it's bad,
because he left his plate of food on the table.
Life and death moment here!
The antibiotic has been as close at hand,
as the remote and the newspaper.
And he has whined...
He is talking as though he is not going to work this week.
He is considering this a major injury.
then he whines some more.
He has re-applied the antibiotic hourly,
has even complained about it not being name brand
A gently used pair of flip flops.
The husband comes with them.
(at least until his toe cracks heal)
I plugged in the IPod
Paper clip yo-yo's
And hair barrette yo-yo's
What a great stash-buster.
At least it justifies
some of the