We made it back from our whirlwind trip dirtier than when we left.

Why, you ask?

I’ll tell you.

While setting up Rt’s pack ‘n play, late Friday night, hubs stood in the bedroom doorway with a certain look on his face that came across quite frightening.

He said,

“We forgot something.”

“Something of Rt’s??????” (in total panic)

“No.”

“Your golf clubs??” (like who cares, but sucks for you)

“No.”

“What???? You are scaring me!”

“OUR bag.”

Yes, you read that right. HUBS forgot to pack our bag into the car before we left for the weekend!!! What is hub’s job when we go out of town? TO PACK HIS OWN THINGS AND PACK THE CAR. What is my job everytime we go out of town? EVERYTHING ELSE. Everything Rt is left to me, because of course I know where everything is, what he needs, what he might need. Where WAS our bag prior to leaving the house? In the doorway of our bedroom…………… zipped and ready for departure. Sigh…

So, “operation: what the hell do we do now?” was put into place. We put Rt down for the night and hubs took off to the local Longs Drug store to get some needed supplies.

What did he come home with?

2 sticks of deodorant

2 toothbrushes (no toothpaste, um, hello?)

1 3-pack of men’s briefs (of course cool and normal looking)

and these……

1 3-pack of women’s “underwear”

I asked hubs to buy me size M cause my normal underwear are mediums, so I thought that translated to all kinds of panties. So wrong. Hubs brought back Size M alright, but M in the Hanes world means for sizes 8-10. I fall into the Small category in the Hanes world, so these granny’s were LARGE and IN CHARGE. They covered everything, including my nipples. Let’s just say I had to roll them 7 times over so they would not show out my low rise khaki pants.

All in all, the weekend was lovely. Tiring, but lovely. By the time we returned home, it didn’t matter how many showers we had throughout the weekend, we still felt diiiirty. Wearing the same clothes for over 48 hours just shouldn’t happen. Well, unless it’s completely intentional and then, only then is it ok.

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So, it has been brought to my attention that my website in IE7 looks like a freak-show. I apologize to the 21% of you using IE7. The only thing I manipulated in the past 48 hours was the color of a link in a post. Clearly, this template is SENSITIVE. What do you see in IE6? Let me know you 24% you.

Hopefully, I will have my revamp vamped, or close to it,  by Monday. I’ve got hubs all to myself this weekend. His expertise is obviously needed.

Until then, enjoy the crank that I have provided.

cheers!

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As you can see, I made my move over to WordPress. I had no idea my domain name would switch over in ONE FREAKIN DAY! So, I am still working out a few things, but thrilled it didn’t take years to get the puppy moved over.

Bear with me while I tweak what needs tweaking.

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Trying to upload photos from Rt’s big day. Will write a post soon, I swear.

Until then, Metalia recent post got me thinking about my own typo blunder.

Hubs and I received so many nice gifts when we got married. (almost 5 yrs ago) The only drawback to receiving any gift is those damn thank you notes. (which are still haunting me today due to the latest bday bash) Anything you write sounds so pasty, cause that is all you have to muster at that point, is paste. You’re brain is fried and you have nothing much to offer besides typical thank you note verbiage.

One thank you note I wrote came off just a little too wrong. We had received tongs and other cooking utensils and I somehow portrayed a very genuine love for each and every “new toy” for the kitchen. Too bad I couldn’t hit spell check because what I wrote started out like this:

“Thank you so much for the thongs and the………….”

And the note was to my brother……..

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