1) A shirt I wish I could wear… saw this in a catalog – it proclaims, “I’m sick of being my wife’s arm candy.” I can’t count the number of times I’ve thought that very same thing… it’s about the same number of times I’ve ever used the phrase “Git ‘R Done!”
2) From Arm Candy to He Sugar… This morning, one email from “Shirley” (that’s my mother-in-law’s name, but somehow I don’t think she’s the one who sent it…) had the subject line of He Sugar. Which leads me to two possible conclusions… either the word has gotten out about being my wife’s arm candy, or “Shirley” doesn’t know her “he” from her “hey”. I know it’s obvious which is the correct conclusion, but allow me to ponder it anyway.
Thus it goes… back to the jewelry bench, watching the snow come down whilst sipping a cup of mocha cinnamon swirl coffee and thinking that this “working at home and not having to go out to the office thing” ain’t all bad. Oh – and maintaining my status as arm candy – that does take a lot of time out of the day.
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow…