Last night we were riding home from the dojo and Mr. B asked me, "Mom, what do you call a man with no arms and no legs in a mine?"
OH, how I love a man with no arms and no legs joke. I have tons of them--in a hole, on a wall, in the water, on the floor, in a pile of leaves...
"I never heard this one before, buddy," I said and gleefully chuckled. "Let me think ... not dirt, not dark, not track, not pit ... Cole?"
"I made it up."
Totally cool that my kid made up a good joke and added to my collection of man with no arms and no legs jokes. And cool that we can spend the entire drive home telling jokes like this (BTW thanks, Lisa--the pterodactyl joke KILLED in the Momvan!).
Last week I got a doozy of a zit above my eye. I feel like I should really look forward to menopause because the monthly hormone surge is a bitch. It hurt, it looked ugly, it made me feel like I was 16 again and frankly, I don't need to relive any part of those years thankyouverymuch.
So I did what any self-respecting woman my age would do.
I found out that remaking my ring would be wicked expensive because apparently the ring I've got is excellent quality. No kidding, the lady at the jewelry store talked me into repairing it for a reasonable sum. She went on and on about the heft of it, how great it was made and I buckled.
FYI: Yellow gold is totally making a comeback in the engagement circuit, which will trickle down to fashion jewelry in 5 years. You heard it here first.
Also? She pointed out that 2 of 6 prongs were broken and the remaining 4 were thin, so my diamond's days were numbered. More silver lining!
My aunt gave me buckets of perennials stripped from her extensive garden (because she and my uncle are getting older and not keeping up with it like they once did). Wouldn't you know I have about 50 plants to dig in and no shovels because they've all broken or been lost by Team Testosterone (who likes to dig deep holes in random places).
What do you call a girl with 50 plants and no shovel?
I'm wondering what the deal is with Google + and why suddenly I can't comment on people's blogs without taking on a new identity. I always assumed Google was an umbrella identity--like being Catholic or Democratic or Croatian. Anyway, should I sign up? Is it one more dumb thing to keep track of? Can I skip it? Anyone???