Crystal Light

Today marks our 15th year of marriage which, the hubby claims, is the "Styrofoam anniversary."

Not trusting his sage advice, I just looked it up and apparently we should be celebrating with crystal gifts for one another. With our house in constant disarray, Legos painfully found in my shoes last night and a bulimic cat leaving treasures underfoot, somehow crystal doesn't seem right for us -- regardless of the year.

I personally think this should be the "Molly Maid anniversary."

Back to School

Yesterday was the kids' first day of school. They were pretty darned excited as was the hubby: the first FULL day for both boys. And a house to himself.

My thoughts: OMG, my house is finally going to be clean! The brick patio will be completed! The window frames will be fixed! The bricks falling off the front porch will be repaired! The driveway will be sealed! The house will be painted! Wait, there's now time for a supplemental income so we're no longer in debt!

His thought: Three hours to relax until the Mets game . . .

I drove away as he stood in the doorway pretending to scratch his butt. I'm sure the beer truck waited around corner until the coast was clear!