Sunday, September 20, 2009

True story: Last night Jeff and I were having dinner when we were greeted by the restaurant owner. After he left I told Jeff that I think he owns the incredible motorcycle we saw out front. I joked with him, "I can just tell, I'm psychic." Jeff put his fingers to his head and said "OK, what number am I thinking of?" and I immediately answered, "pi". The look on his face froze, except for his eyes which stared at me shocked. Yep, I guessed right. I'm not really psychic, I just know my husband really, really well.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

No Shopping Challenge

I have decided to give myself a challenge. No clothes/shoes/accessory shopping for one whole year. I told my husband about this and, after he quite laughing (and that took a while), he asked what he should give up. Well, my jaw practically hit the floor. Usually, this sort of thing is not my husband's cup of tea. Even better was the challenge he came up with. He is going to give up take-out containers. Naturally, we completely forgot when we went out to dinner tonight. So, we decided the terms would be this: He get three free passes just to get in the swing of things. Then, for every takeout container that he gets, he pays a $5 penalty to the Sierra Club. Sometimes, I just think my husband is the coolest.

Friday, September 11, 2009

There's Food in My Dirt

Dinner tonight is Amy's cheese pizza with carrots and beets straight from our garden. Time from garden to table - less than 1 hour.

Monday, September 7, 2009

Tally-ho

We took the Blueberry girls to the Renaissance Festival today. I am kind of in a state of shock at how much my delicate, petite, fairy-princess of a six-year-old loved the sword fighting. She liked it; she really, really liked it. Nevermind that the broadswords probably weigh as much as she does. Her eyes lit up and she laughed and laughed and clapped and clapped. She refused to try any other amusements until the show was completely over. I sincerely pray she didn't understand a word of the banter between duels, as it would make a sailor-on-leave-after-a-three-year-tour-of-duty blush up to the tips of his ears. Unfortunately, she was able to quote some of it later so I may be getting a call from the teacher after school tomorrow.