Monthly Archives: April 2012

Random Conversation with My Husband

Last night I was sitting on the couch reading Facebook and Brad was in the bathroom shaving. One of my friends posted an article by Dave Ramsey and I couldn’t help but share it with Brad….

Me: Brad! BRAD! Dave Ramsey agrees with me 100%!!!!!
Brad: Oh, really? About what?
Me: Things you should splurge on. Here, I’ll read it to you… Toilet Paper: living like no one else shouldn’t require a rash or a new walking style. Trash Bags: Go with the paper-thin plastic bags if you really want to. But realize that as soon as the plastic snaps, you’re the one on your hands and knees picking up Junior’s used diapers, those mashed potatoes from two days ago and that half-eaten can of pinto beans. Bedsheets: Turns out, sleeping on sandpaper isn’t comfortable unless you are a two-by-four.

{All of the above items Brad and I have gone back and forth over. I say, spend a little extra money and be comfortable. He says, “No”. Over and over again. So, in our house, it comes down to who does the shopping that particular trip, or if I’m with him when he’s shopping. Except toilet paper, I absolutely HAD to put my foot down on the toilet paper issue. Wiping your nether-regions with sandpaper is for the birds.}

Brad: Huh. Well, did Dave mention anything about if you have a Great Dane named Hemmingway in that article?
Me: No.
Brad: Well, I think he should have. Therefore, I believe that the bedsheets point should have an asterisk next to it and it should say “Unless you have a Great Dane named Hemmi, and then buy cheap because he’s just going to eat your sheets anyways.

Touche, Brad. Touche.

Happy Friday Ya’ll!

Ps. If you want to read the full article, just click here

The Results…

First, go read today’s earlier post and then come back here…

Do you know what JUST happened? Like, 2 seconds ago, just happened….

Zoe is running around our living room buck naked, eating goldfish. She has them in her bowl on the floor, and she accidentally kicked them over. We don’t ever discipline over an accident, so honestly they would’ve just gone to Hemmi or I would’ve helped her clean up the mess. But…. BUT….

Before I could even move out of my seat, she was down on the ground picking them up by the handful! AAAAAaaaahhhh! That’s my girl!!!!! And? It gets better! She picked up every.single.one. She even looked around to make sure she got them all! Aaaah!!!! I wanted to cry, I was so proud of her!!! The best part? She didn’t even know I was watching her.

Not even 30 seconds later, she tripped and the goldfish fell again. Another accident. Again, before I could even move to help her she was on the ground picking them up one by one. Every.last.one.of.them. You’d better believe I threw a miniature party when she picked up the last one… hoopin’ and hollerin’ and going nuts with praise.

THAT’S MY GIRL!!!!!