it's the circle of life

If you don't have anything nice to say, then don't say anything. Or, you can blog.

The man I am married to is a Ph.D. candidate, yet he had never heard the saying "men don't make passes at girls who wear glasses." Huh?

I still haven't found my white chocolate rabbit. Whatever could this mean?
1. The Easter Bunny must have done an incredible job hiding it.
2. This is the Easter Bunny's way of telling me I'm too fat.
3. The Easter Bunny is waiting to buy it after Easter at 75% off.

The Pastor does not say "Easter Bunny". He says "Pagan Fertility Symbol." If it is in fact a chocolate fertility symbol, perhaps that's why it's hidden from me so well.

The Pastor did buy me a lovely ring and a lovely bracelet. Combination Easter/Valentine/Christmas/Mother's Day/Birthday presents. Funny story. I stick pictures on the fridge all the time. Several months ago I stuck a picture on the fridge of a diamond circle NECKLACE. A NECKLACE, with a circle charm on it. A circle NECKLACE. The picture showed the word "NECKLACE" in a large font size, right in the middle of the NECKLACE. So the Pastor gets me a ring and a bracelet and then makes some sort of comment that he had "gotten me the bracelet I wanted." Huh? Then he said "you know, that one you had the picture of on the fridge."

Uhhhh, that was a NECKLACE.
No it wasn't.
Yes it was.
Nuh-uh.
Uh-huh.
Do you want me to go get the picture and show it to you?
Yes, I do.
Look, I was right, you were wrong.

DHS Alert!
I took Nate to Wal Mart, at 1:00 a.m. I detest that store, and this was one sure way I would not be spotted there. Yes, there were other children in the store, but they had this look about them, like it was no big deal, like they always come to Wal Mart at 1:00 in the morning right after mommy finishes smoking her crack pipe.

But it WAS a big deal to Nate. He was walking up to everybody and saying stuff like "I got up at 8:30 this morning. Can you believe I'm grocery shopping at 1 in the morning?" And people would look at him like HE was the one who had been smoking the crack pipe.

The Pastor said someone is going to call DHS on you. Aha! I already took care of that. I told Nate to use a fake name, one belonging to one of his step-sisters.

OK, he just asked me WHAT WAS OUR WEDDING SONG. HE is the one who picked it out.
Too. much. to. blog.
I'm going to bed now.