The Sun Will Come Out, Tomorrow!
I know Diann and I have mentioned that we are the people things happen to, right? We're like God's comic relief?
My kids have the week off and all their friends went to Hawaii, Mexico and other magnificent places. We went to Auburn, CA. Okay, it's way better than living there (which I did for three years only to find out what I have known all along, I am not a country chick!)
We had a great time. Mommy waited on us. I spent the day with Grandpa and you know, it doesn't get any better than that. Interestingly, when doing the Financial Peace book, my husband's first memory of money is his grandma giving him a dollar and him running down the hall to hide it. My first money memory is my Grandpa buying me a suede, Indian purse with little feathers hanging off of it and putting some money in it. I think that should definitely be an area of discussion before marriage. Bryed learned to hide his money away (invest), I learned that if you open up a beautiful handbag, someone who loves you more than life will drop money in it. : ) I still have the purse, incidentally.
Anyway, I saw Shopoholic. LOVED IT!!! The best chick flick in a LONG time because the heroine is not a slut! I actually cried because at the beginning, all he other girls are getting pretty, sparkly shoes and she gets ugly brown clodhoppers that are practical. That was way too close to home. My mom was next to me. She laughed. She goes, "I think you had those exact same shoes."
How is that funny?
I did. They were Buster Browns. Grandpa bought them for me at Macy's. I still remember the horror when he picked them up, "No, not those. Not those! Anything but those!" Pair them up with a Grandma-homemade mini skirt and my stick legs, and I was destined to be the source of comic relief. God had a plan.
Which brings me back to my lipstick on a pig story. We came home from Auburn and found that the constant rains had penetrated the bottom floor and we had a sopping carpet. I had just refinished my upstairs floor by hand, and I told my husband, "Lipstick on a pig" when I saw the downstairs. I should have brought my little purse for Grandpa to fill, don't you think? Ack! Today should be fun. Four kids, a dog AND a wet carpet. : )