Me: Can you do the dishes while I put the kids to bed?
Doug: I’d love to help you out, but today’s my anniversary.
Can you believe I’ve been putting up with this crap for eight years and counting?
An indication that your children aren’t accustomed to the good life:
… Every time a convertible passes us by, they shout, “Whoa! That car has no ceiling!”
It’s finally happened.
The children have made a connection between the van blaring creepy music up and down the street and the jovial Greek guy inside handing out snow cones, bomb pops, fudgesicles and orange cream bars. Parents unite! It’s time to booby trap the ice cream truck once and for all. He passed by our house about ten minutes before dinner…he just might be headed your way!
A reality check for my fellow 1973ers
… When we were born, our future president was stressing over who he’d sit with in the middle school cafeteria, what he’d do without recess and how he’d remember his locker combination. Remember a time when our president was way older than us? When did we start catching up?