The second phone call was to "M." This is Green Girl--you did the excavating and connected us to city water last fall? Yes, well, I wondered if you could help me with patching up the lawn and level out the area where my vegetable garden is going to go--that sort of thing. Can you come by so I can walk you through the project I have in mind and then you can write up a quote? Today or Wednesday is good.
The phone rang last night (before the 9:00 hour, Jen!). It was M, he asked to speak with Mr. D. I handed over the phone and listened to Mr. D's half of the conversation. There he sat going over the details of the job I'd called him about, confirming that he'd do the work and what it might cost.
Ummmm, dude? I called you, not Mr. D. The fact that you just called back to talk specifically to Mr. D about everything we discussed leads me to draw one of two conclusions:
a) You're under the impression that Mr. D is the Alpha Male of our household and any and all planning and purchasing must get his approval. I, on the other hand, am the "little lady" who can't be trusted to handle such "important issues" as hiring a landscaper/excavator to help me complete the work of the yard I have planned. You had to call Mr. D to confirm that what I told you is what we really want.
b) You're overwhelmed by my beauty and general awesomeness and you're more comfortable talking turkey with Mr. D who is not cursed with my level of charm and brilliance. Tongue-tied in my presence, you can communicate only with Mr. D who lends the discussion no such distraction.
I made shamrock cupcakes for Mr. B's kindergarten class--in blatant violation of the Healthy Treats Policy. They turned out okay--but I'm not posting pictures because I know most of you read Saucy's blog and I'd be embarrassed by any comparison. I also remembered to leave chocolate coins in the boys' leprechaun traps. Now they're conspiring to capture the Easter Bunny and demand marshmallow shooters for Easter.Dream big, boys. Dream big..