Thursday, September 22, 2016

Six Hundred...


As of  September 19th, TLC and I have published 600 posts since we began this blog in January of 2011! Six hundred. It blows our minds.

Yes, we realize that not all 600 were fabulous. Earth-shattering. Thought-provoking. Even, maybe, to some of you, interesting.

But we made a commitment to each other—almost seven years ago—to do a project together—something that would help us stay connected as we lived apart from each other—and we’ve been determined to keep that commitment. We feel we’ve succeeded, in fact. Sometimes it's been iffy...whether or not we could keep it going. We've done it. Please allow us to shout: YIPPEE, US! We're proud of each other!

We’re also deeply grateful to all of you who read our thoughts and stories each week/month/year. Some of you have been with us since the beginning! That’s quite amazing/flattering to both of us. THANK YOU. From the bottom of our hearts. Thank you.

Here’s to 600 more!


And here’s to the upcoming weekend. May it be filled with safety, rest, peace, fun, wonder and magic for each of you…

Smooches and Hugs!

Monday, September 19, 2016

Ralph...not Marco...


I do all of our laundry. Always have. I don’t mind. I think I’ve confessed I’m not the best at getting it from the basket—once it’s clean and dried—to our drawers. Or taking the hanging clothes from the utility room to our closets. I’m a little slow-ish on both of those jobs!


I attempt to be more responsible and timely. In fact, now that I'm thinking about it—I’m probably 50% better than I used to be! Since My Sweet Hubby (MSH) retired 3 ½ years ago—and I did, too—I would say I’ve improved on this time-frame. Instead of taking 4 days to get it all where it should go—I can get it done in 2 days. Or less!


Socks drive me INSANE. As they do Y’all. As they do ALL of Y'all. We’re the same on this, right? No matter where we live. Where the heck do they go? MSH has two sock drawers in his closet (I have one—but I also have a hosiery/girdle/slip drawer. I suppose we’re basically even.). One drawer is for his “work/yardwork/tennis shoes/boot’” socks. The other for his “nicer” socks. He doesn’t wear “nice” socks all that often any more. Maybe once a week. Out to eat—mostly for dinner. Doctors’ appointments. Funerals. Etc.


TLC scolds MSH periodically when he attempts to wear loafers/boat shoes with those white tennis shoe socks. (Not knee—the shorter versions. Crew? And, hey, no black ones. That's a good thing.) She says: Do NOT wear socks with those shoes. Period.


He usually can’t stand it—to go without socks. However, he does try to comply with her fashion suggestions. He recently found some of those little half/golf socks that he likes and wears with his tennies or loafers. TLC doesn’t approve. She agrees their not as bad as the other/higher socks he longs to get away with. These he found are made by Ralph Lauren. They have the little “horse” on each side. (MSH’s horses are either maroon or navy. He says they’re brown and black. Trust me. They're not. Sigh.) You have to match them up—so the appropriate horse is on the appropriate foot. On the outside of said foot—to be specific.


Here was a conversation we had a few days ago…

MSH: Have you had a chance to check your sock drawer—to see if my missing Marco Polo sock is in it?

ELC: That would be your Ralph Lauren Polo sock.

MSH: My what? They’re not Marco Polo?

ELC: No. They’re Ralph Lauren. And, no. I haven’t had a chance.

(I truly believe said sock is gone. Forever. I don’t know where and I don’t know why. Sheesh.)


Sadly, I knew immediately what he meant. After over thirty-nine years together, I usually do.


Hope y’all have a Marvelous Monday and Wonderful Week—wherever in the World you are! (Please don't lose your socks…)


ta-ta for now…

Friday, September 16, 2016

LL

Little Leighton is a hoot, y'all! I have three (quick) stories to share.

First:

Last Saturday, LL discovered koozies for the first time. My Hubby had his beer in one. I had a La Croix in one. LL asked where she could find one for her water bottle. This is what she came back with:


Of course she would select the "King of Beers."

Throughout the rest of this week, I've periodically caught her with another koozie-clad bottle:



Second:

On Monday night, I was putting Baby Elle to bed, when I get a text from My Hubby (he and LL were in the living room watching an "Elena" episode). He said: LL switched the TV to QVC. And she loves it. He then quickly followed up with: She says, "I bet Mama would like this show."

They were selling clothes for women. Of course I would like it, LL! We sure love to shop.

Finally:

This morning, she handed me this squirt bottle from her little cleaning set. Our conversation is as follows:



Me: What's this for?
LL: It's your wine. It's actually Rosemary Wine.
Me: Oh, wow. Thank you.
LL: You can just squirt it in your mouth!

She then proceeded to squirt some "wine" into my mouth.

I think she's on to something!

Let's just hope the teachers at her Methodist Church Preschool thinks she's as funny as we do. Teeheehee.

TGIF!

Sunday, September 11, 2016

Where were you...

when the world stopped turning that September day?
                                                                                                Alan Jackson



We definitely know where we were…we still can’t comprehend this EVIL.


GOD BLESS AMERICA

God bless this broken World…

PLEASE.