a real baby

One of the girls I work with has a real baby who is happy to model hats and stuff. Isn't he just a doll-boy? He makes my hat look so CUTE!

In spite of my atavistic fears and superstitions, DH was still alive when I got home last night. A little surprised that I greeeted him so enthusiastically, though. And still stricken with the headache. His neck and shoulder muscles are hard as brand-new boot soles, but he doesn't care for massages. And I give a great massage. Go figure.

I love that we ALL want to hide that little pad of extra cash from the cars, cats and appliances. Instead, we tell them, "Don't need any special care, because we don't have the money for it!"

I keep hearing an ad on the radio that is going to cause a whole heap of trouble in paradise. How would you feel about getting a gift-certificate for liposuction for Mother's Day? I guess it beats getting one for valentine's day, but geeze - I'd rather get flowers or even a robot vacuume cleaner. Even if I ever had considered liposuction. Even if I was prone to complaining about fatty deposits, I'd still be underwhelmed by a gift of liposuction from my kids or husband - wouldn't you?