We're headed to Memphis tonight for an unexpected visit. One of the neatest men I've had the pleasure of knowing was suddenly taken from us and we've dropped everything to go be with family.
There are some things that pre-marriage counseling just doesn't train you for. How to comfort your husband when he loses his grandfather is one of them. It's times like these I wish I had more of my sister's nurturing skills and less of my own sarcastic wit.
This past week and a half has been a whirlwind of extreme busyness at work, preparing to host a wedding shower this weekend, helping my accountant husband through tax season and numerous other projects and obligations. This death has really brought to my attention how much I take for granted that the people I love will be there when I finally make time for them. It really is too bad that it takes a tragedy for me to realize that.
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Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Monday, December 6, 2010
Story Time
Want to hear a story about my first Thanksgiving with my new in-laws?
I suppose I knew the whole family was going to take an "old time photo" but this did not occur to me when I chose which undergarments I wore that day. When we arrived there was a large open room filled with every type of western/saloon/revolutionary war costume you could imagine. We each picked something and the girls headed to the one dressing room.
Now, if you have ever taken an "old time photo" then you would know {unlike me} that all of the costumes have an open back to help accommodate any size woman. I took off all my clothes, put on my dress and froze: my only option was to have JJ's mom pin up the back of my dress. Why is this a problem? Because I was wearing a thong.
There I stood, caboose exposed, for my husband's mother to pin up the back of my dress. I am pretty sure this is family bonding to the greatest extent.
Que the "thong song" now, please.
I suppose I knew the whole family was going to take an "old time photo" but this did not occur to me when I chose which undergarments I wore that day. When we arrived there was a large open room filled with every type of western/saloon/revolutionary war costume you could imagine. We each picked something and the girls headed to the one dressing room.
Now, if you have ever taken an "old time photo" then you would know {unlike me} that all of the costumes have an open back to help accommodate any size woman. I took off all my clothes, put on my dress and froze: my only option was to have JJ's mom pin up the back of my dress. Why is this a problem? Because I was wearing a thong.
There I stood, caboose exposed, for my husband's mother to pin up the back of my dress. I am pretty sure this is family bonding to the greatest extent.
Que the "thong song" now, please.
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