Oh, Snap!

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I don’t believe I’ve introduced you to the newest member of the R family.  Alexa joined us on Christmas Day, courtesy of my mom and Cyber Monday.  We’re slowly beginning to find her useful for a variety of purposes.

This morning, Mr. R tried to stump her.

“Alexa, make me a sandwich.”  He chuckled smugly.

“Okay, you’re a sandwich,” she replied.

Score one point for my electronic sister-friend.  😉

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You Know It’s Friday…

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Mr. R: (from laundry room, voice muffled) Don’t you hate it when you’ve folded the towels nicely, and your husband messes everything up, looking for something in particular?

Me: Yes.

Mr. R: You’re gonna have a bad day, then.

It’s a good thing I love that man.  😉

Saturday Night Serenade–It’s What I Like About You!

How is it possible that this is the last weekend of July?  Where has the summer gone?  I’m back to work in less than two weeks and I’m walking into a mine field.  I don’t even want to think about it.

Instead, I want to enjoy this summer Saturday night with my love.  I’ve often said it, he’s my happily-ever-after, the yin to my yang, the carrots to my peas.  We laugh a lot, and sometimes I post his witticism here.

Besides that, we’re huge dorks.  For example, sometimes we play alliterative word games, often favoring P for whatever reason.  “It’s the perfect point to prune the plumosa.”  “Precisely!”

He can come up with absurd lyrics to “any song, any time, anywhere.”  The other day, he was humming the Mary Tyler Moore theme.  Then he started singing, “We’re going naked to the ma-all.”  You know Bohemian Rhapsody, right?  Does anyone really understand all the words?  His version:  “Bag of douche, bag of douche, will you do the fandango?”

He makes me laugh.  It’s what I like about him.  Which brings us to this punk classic for tonight’s serenade.  I hope you push aside all your cares and worries in favor of laughing with the one(s) you love.  Tell them what you like about them.

Happy Saturday night!

When I Grow Up, I Want To Be…

The following is an actual conversation that happened in my house today.

Mr. R: I need a job where they pay me to stay away from people.

Me: A hermit.  You could be a hermit.

Mr. R: Nah.  Hermits are smelly.

We sit and ponder for a moment.

Mr. R: I wanna be an ogre.  Ogres are mean.  I don’t want people to stay away because I’m smelly.  I want them to stay away because they’re afraid I’ll eat them.

All of that to say, if you know of any ogre positions available, Mr. R might be looking to change careers.