Why is it no surprise visitors ever pop in when the house is immaculate? Only when I haven't made the beds, dishes are piled high in the sink and someone has spilled and stepped on 100 little crackers, do we have surprise visitors?
Why can't we appreciate our youth when we are young? I spent my childhood longing to be a grown-up and now I wish I could take a trip back to those days of lazing about with a good book and a stash of sugary treats.
Why are cheeseburgers more appealing than salads?
Why does the thought of excercising sound so appealing at 8 p.m. and so unappealing at 6 a.m.?
Why is my nose always cold?
Why, in spite of the fact that they are DRIVING EACH OTHER CRAZY (and me, too), can't my children stay away from each other?
Why does someone always get sick during vacation? And then the rest of us fall victim like dominoes.
Why do we never seem to have tape or glue.... even though I KNOW I just bought some?
Why does the long lost juice cup found 2 weeks later always have milk in it... never juice, or water or anything remotely less smelly than sour milk?
Why, when I see those lovely young ladies showing off their (ahem) assets on t.v. do I always think: Yeah.... give it 10 years and a couple of pregnancies... then I want to see you on t.v. showing off your assets. Of course, I'm not jealous or anything.
Why, after almost 10 years of marriage, can Rob still make me laugh?
Yesterday's conversation: "Those are my new pens. You are not to touch them under any circumstances whatsover. None. I love you." Do you think he thinks I'll lose them?
Sparkly Street Family Update.
10 years ago
