love, love, love
My cousin Sarah is getting married this weekend, so I made a card. It conjured up all sorts of flashbacks to Montessori preschool and Kindergarten pokey exercises, but on a more flirting-with-blindness scale. I love pretty little stitched items.
Just yesterday, M was doing the dishes (what a good man I have…), and this dialogue ensued:
M: “I’m a husband.”
M: “And you’re a wife.”
C: (images of a ’50s housewife in an apron holding a casserole flash by) “Ewww.”
M: “We’re old.”
Pardon us while we pick up the pieces of our shattered world.