Today I played chicken with drunk people in golf carts and got paid for it. My job is awesome. :) I've been on a committee to plan this charity golf tournament for the last several months and one of our goals as a committee was to utilize everybody's strengths and talents. My strength and/or talent is, clearly, being sober. Their talents were drunk driving, drunk dialing and drunk shmoozing. Yikes. The tournament was a success, although I don't think any of the golf teams completed even 9 holes.
In other (wildly important) events: my friends' 2-year old used her big girl potty for the first time, today. If I have to hear about it, so do you. My friends are both extremely gifted, professionally trained musicians and yet they consider this one of their life's greatest achievements. And I know they are not the only ones. Don't most parents feel the same way? What is that about? Is it one of those things I won't understand until I get there?
Eh, whatever. I consider one of my life's greatest achievements to be the roast I made a couple weeks ago. Whoa, was it good.
I leave you with this diptych of my sweetheart and myself. I just noticed that he has black hair and a red shirt and I have red hair and a black shirt. You know, we usually try to coordinate things like that. Most of his shirts are MVNU green or blue, though, so it doesn't always work out...
I can just imagine what your kids will think when they see those pictures.
ReplyDeleteAnd you must explain your title. Its an intriguing statement.
Our neighbor has a picnic basket in front of her door that is completely filled with in-tact sand dollars that she picked up off of one beach in Japan, all in one day. It is something like 200 sand dollars. As I was posting this, she and another neighbor were standing directly in front of our open window, chatting at the top of their lungs about Japan and sand dollars and what you could do with 200 of them.
ReplyDeleteIt was probably more interesting in your imagination, huh?
This is good too :P
ReplyDeletegood thing you had all that garage sale races experience under your belt! If one would have caught fire you would have known exactly what to do!
ReplyDeletepotty training a tiny person who usually doesnt speak too many words, has a huge height problem with a toilet, and who WANTS THERE WAY is a giant victory! The little one turns you into a drivaling idiot who will bribe them with anything if they can just learn this skill so we can stop paying all this money for diapers!!!!
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