OK, I really can't complain about the life I have. In fact, most days I think I have it pretty darn good. But for some reason these past couple of days I'm just not feeling the love. Lucas is a die-hard daddy's boy and if Mark is anywhere near Lucas then the child wants nothing to do with me. Mark says it's just because he's not around as much but I think it's because he's the fun parent. This morning Lucas wasn't feeling well. Mark was holding him and I tried to rub his head and kiss his cheek and he pushed my face out of the way! **Sigh** If Mark isn't around then he's my cuddle bug. Whatever. Garrett was the same way so I shouldn't be surprised. I told Mark that I'm going to have "Kelly Poulin--Good in a Pinch" put on my headstone.
And another thing...I called Mark from work today to remind him that today was trash day so when he picked up the phone I started singing "Yackety Yack" (You know, "...take out the papers and the trash..")
So he said "Yeah, what do you want?" Apparently my song didn't speak for itself. And he didn't find it funny. My feeble attempts at humor are nearly always wasted on him. Probably because he's funnier than I am.
It doesn't have to make sense.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Random Grievance
I just want to preface this post by saying that I don't have anything against cigarette smokers in general. Hey, blacken your lungs all you want, I won't be all in your face about it. Heck, I'm an ex-smoker myself. What I don't get is why people think it's perfectly OK to throw their used cigarette butts out of their car windows. Why can't people use their ash trays? Even my no-frills car came with a small ash tray and cigarette lighter! To me, that's no different than throwing a coffee cup or candy bar wrapper out the window after you're done with it.
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