Conversation of the Week

Daughter 2 and I sharing a toilet stall:

Conversation Of The Week

Cuddling with Daughter 1 on the couch. This almost NEVER happens anymore.

Me: WOW, honey, your legs are really smooth.

Daughter 1: Yeah. I meant to tell you this, but promise you won't get mad.

Me: Tell me and I promise to try not to get mad.

Daughter 1: I was just standing in the bathroom, and I picked up the razor, and it fell from my hand because it was slippery, and then it just slipped around my leg.

Me: (feeling the other leg) Both legs?

Daughter 1: It happened twice. I'm not a quick learner.

Too cool for my boots

A few weeks back, in anticipation of my weekend at AWBU12, I went shopping. It's important to note at this point in the story that I absolutely hate shopping. Can't stand it. Nothing ever looks like I thought it would look. Nothing is ever cute. Nothing is ever the right color. I cannot stand shopping.

What a bargain

The Dad and I just bought a new recliner.  We weren't in the market for a new recliner until The Daughters wrestled in our old recliner and tore the body from the left side of the frame. (That's Olympic material, right?) So, on our date night, we went shopping for a new recliner.  We found one we liked and DW, our extra-great sales guy, who brought us ice-cold water even though the temp outside was just 164 degrees, hooked us up.  Because we really liked DW, we opted for the five-year, lifetime warranty treatment package complete with furniture cleaner.