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.
6 comments:
If Clay bought a similar ring that would leave enough money in reserve for your THREE children to go to college, would you pretend not to notice it wasn't the exact ring?
Kim-
Do you know someone in the business? If not clay's father-in-law does. Or maybe lala can find one on Bigdeal.com
I know no one.
Did you know there is a Granny or Grandma LaLa? She has a gluten-free bakery.
I just read that bouncy, blow-up toys are losing popularity because they are full of lead. It is recommended children wash their faces and hands when they get out. And not lick the walls.
There goes dinner in the bouncy house!
Who taught that boy to say such words? Maybe Grandpa Lala.
I stand by the turkey roaster!
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