Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Grandma Jan, You Owe Me.


Look what Clay wanted to buy you for Mother's Day.

Not sure what he ended up with, perhaps a turkey roasting pan.

Monday, April 25, 2011

Jesus vs. The Maccabees

Yesterday George was mad because everything was closed for Easter.

The last straw was when even the pottery painting studio was closed. He blurted out, "How come it's a holiday just 'cause some guy rose from the dead?"

And Clay piped in with his subtle jab at Hanukkah and said "Yeah, it's not like a candle burned for eight days or anything. Just some guy rising from the dead."

Sheesh.

Monday, April 4, 2011

The Ring

Months before I turned 40 I hung an ad for a ring I liked on our bulletin board to help Clay in case he wanted to buy any birthday gifts in July. Specifically the end of July. After all, his wife and the mother of his THREE children was turning 40!

Forty. Four Oh!

On the morning of my birthday, my fortieth birthday, that is. I opened my gift, which was the loveliest turkey roasting pan ever. (Thanks Nancy for helping Clay out. I'll get you back someday.)

Fast forward to yesterday when I rediscovered the ad for the lovely ring and asked George to leave it on daddy's desk with a little note on the top.



After all, Mother's Day and our anniversary are on the same day this year.

Imagine my horror when I saw the response on my desk this afternoon.


In case you can't read the fine print, it says, and I quote:

"Are you f***ing Nutz, Mommy?!"

It also has a little info about "my ring," which says it retails for a mere $2,000 to $17,000.

Harrumph.