I’d like to introduce you to Brian in a new way. You know how I’m always, “Oh, my husband is the bomb! He’s so smart and funny and awesome!”
He’s also a dumbass.
A redheaded man who lives on the high desert Southwest who goes outside to work in the yard for 3+ hours in May…you’ve gotta think that such a man knows he needs sunscreen, right?
Not Brian. Why? Because he’s a dumbass.
Don’t worry. I totally told him that to his face.
My friend Kim, her husband Dave, and their youngest son Mason are visiting us from Austin right now. Kim and I have been friends for over 20 years and sitting at dinner this evening, we were remembering the bad old days when we were both young, broke mothers of young babies. Back then we would scoop up our babies and go grocery shopping together, like it was a social outing or something.
Who knows? I don’t understand it now, either. There was no internet back then, neither of us had cable, and we had to do something. We were laughing about that and wondering why it took us so long. How did we turn a trip to the grocery store into a half day outing?
After dinner, Kim and I ran out to Target to pick up a few things and there, we remembered why it always took us so damn long. Did we see a single ugly article of clothing that we did not laugh at? No, we did not. Did we see anything weird, unusual, or pink that we didn’t take a moment to pick up, fiddle with, and taunt mercilessly? Nope, not a thing. And did I leave you out when we saw this hat (Yes, it’s a hat; I though it was one of those baskets you put flowers in at first, too.) by neglecting to take a picture and share it? No. No I did not. I’m just that generous.
Oh, one last thing: I wrote a guest post over at 365 Days: 30+ Mommyhood. Check it out!