Mis-Communication & Time

OK, this isn't how this was going to start out, but I just put 3 boys in the tub & heard my skinniest 1 say: "..this makes my butt look big" ! NOT what a mother expects to hear from a 6 yr old boy. However, it turns out the bubble bath-foam had slid to that particular area. If only that was all making my rear larger-than-life!

I've been trying to convince my husband to refinish the original hard wood floors in our older-than-dirt house. I've even had several people say it isn't as hard as he thinks, not that big of a deal, blah, blah, blah. So today he e-mails me about company Sunday night & him cooking teriyaki halibut on the grill & also whether I've seen bamboo flooring before. He then emails that he will bring some home for me to touch. Fish or flooring?? I'm so confused. I'm not even medicated today! Maybe that's the problem. Who knows? He clarified which I thanked him for. Apparently tonight in all my spare time (insert laugh here since there is no such thing) I will be stroking flooring. I'm so thankful I won't be stroking fish. As I've often said before, in this house, either could have been possible.

I got to talk to a delightful woman on the phone today with an adorable southern accent. She sounds more "normal" to me than some (Midwesterners, I am talking to you & your twangy-twang, cute, but twangy). However, we got to discussing how to properly fry okra & when she said "oil" & it sounded like "bowl" without the "b" it reminded me of a dear friend from Arkansas I had nearly 22 yrs ago. She & I waitressed together & she would get a $5.00 tip for a $0.58 cent cup of coffee (with tax) with a customer pleading, "just say somethin' darlin' - anything". We were going out to the pool at my apartment complex one day & it took my room-mate & me 20 minutes to figure out that she was asking for tanning oil. I sure miss her. Her brother Beau even asked me to marry him. What a TALL, southern hunk of hotness he was too. I spared him the insanity of dealing with me so I could eventually burden my now-husband with it instead. I'm sure he wishes he knew how to find Beau & beg him to come & get me! Makes me think how much time changes things & how much things themselves change with time. Yes, there is a difference.

Speaking of things changing with time, boys have now vacated the tub so I suppose this is all for today dear readers. Be Blessed - all the time.