A few years back, one of my all-time favorite students mocked me for driving a clunker with a smashed bumper to school every day. He pitied me so that he put a coffee can on my desk and labeled it “Mrs. Lariviere’s bumper fund.” Now that we’ve been living off one salary for the past three months, only one question comes to mind.
My Nonsensical Thought of the Day
A reminder that God has a sense of humor:
Marry a guy for his spectacular blue eyes, then watch all three of your kids’ eyes turn brown.
Oh, baby.
So today I reach for a pair of shorts way in the back of a drawer and think to myself, “A perfect fit! I must be losing the baby fat!” Doug takes one look at the shorts and asks, “What do those say? ‘Baby?’” –and sure enough, there it was, in glittery cursive, etched smack across my butt.
Guess I’ll be holding onto the maternity fashions just a little bit longer…
Giving birth is like being at the spa.
Two years ago today, on my mother’s 58th birthday, she sat by my side in the delivery room while my first girl was born. Between contractions she took my hand and asked, “What are you complaining about? You’ve got this bed all to yourself with an entire medical team waiting on you hand and foot. I’m the one to feel sorry for. What a migraine!”
Happy birthday to the two ladies who drive me craziest: Eva and my mom.