Okay, admittedly, this blog is going through a bit of an identity crisis. I haven't been writing about writing, and I haven't been writing much about reading. On the other hand, I have been talking up foodie blogs while admitting that my blog is not even a wanna-be. Not to mention that the posting is a little sparse and erratic. I have no excuse but my own lack of imagination. Some bloggers can form a five-paragraph post out of a two minute converation--I do not possess that gift. I'm beginning to think I should just make up stories and pass them off as my real life. That's a definite possibility for the future of this blog.
For now, though, I only have a quickie.
Last night my conscientious, summer baseball coach hubby decided that before giving out the kids' uniforms, he'd like to have their names already affixed to the back. Last year we took them across town to a lady to do them--this year he had plans for a do-it-yourself project. Or...more accurately, a do-it-yourself-with-your-wife project. My favorite.
So, after using an Excel spreadsheet to tally up the number of A's, B's, and C's (as well as the remaining 23 letters) he'd need, he made a quick trip to the fabric store to buy some iron-on letters. He came home with six packages of all-capped white block letters, and after prepping fifteen shirts, it was obvious to me that we'd have plenty of letters left. (Hubby did the ironing and used a ruler to line up those sturdy white letters. He was a well-oiled machine until Shirt 13 when the iron turned itself off and the letters he'd thought were safely ironed on fluttered down around him).
Anyway, getting back to the letters left... It was all I could do not to go grab a pair of his jeans to iron 'JUICY' on the rear end. I doubt if he'd have thought it was as hilarious as I would have. I am a good wife. But it sooo would have been payback for the 'Brazilian Scare'.