Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Wrong Demographic

I would like to know why I am suddenly getting all these emails with subjects like:

Senior People Meet - singles 50+ in your area!

Dating Over 50

Join AARP

Stop it! Not only am I NOT over 50, I don't think Hubby would appreciate me dating again.

Saturday, January 21, 2012

Officially EMPTY

The last little birdie has left the nest.

Surly NonTeenager moved in with The BoyFriend this week.

It was so cute. She actually called and asked my permission. Then later that night when Hubby and I went by to see the place, she says "I was surprised you let me". Hubby and I cracked up. She looked confused, so Hubby asks her "how exactly could we stop you?". She looks over at me and I nod and say "you are 20 after all". She gets this 'oh, really?' look on her face and asks, "so I can go wherever I want"? I kind of laughed and said in an obviously joking way "no, go pack your clothes, you're coming home with us". She smiled a little and said "no" like she was trying it out. I shrugged and said "ok". She looked a little amazed. It was very amusing.

And so the nest is empty.

It's weird, she would spend the night out all the time. Sometimes for a couple of days at a time. But even when she was gone it still always felt like she was 'around'.

Now that she has officially moved out, it feels different. She feels gone. The house feels emptier.

And kinda weird.

It's not a bad feeling. Just weird. Different. It's going to take some getting used to.

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Sad Sad Pitiful and Sad

You know it has been too long since you have been on your treadmill when you can't remember how to lower it and have to call your husband and ask do you pull the knob or turn it?

Saturday, January 7, 2012

A Letter

Dear Mr. Construction Worker,

I understand how you could think standing behind your truck to pee would keep you from being seen.

And it does block the view to your fellow construction workers.

But there is a six story office building behind you.

And some people work on Saturdays.

Sincerely,

A third floor worker

P.S. you didn't wash your hands