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Monday, February 21, 2011

Can Rotation Shelf Giveaway



For those of you who like food storage toys,
I have a giveaway going on this week on my other blog.



Thursday, February 17, 2011

a different kind of valentine

I know life is at a different stage when my Valentine wish is to go grocery shopping without the kids. Seriously, nothing so LIBERATING as pushing a grocery cart down a store aisle without having to stop at every other soup can to convince a 2-year-old to sit back down in the basket. It's an AMAZING experience to have a shopping list propped up on the seat of the cart without having to pull bits of it from the drooling mouth of a 9-month-old!

FREEDOM and groceries!

That's is exactly what David gives me Saturday morning. It is BEAUTIFUL. The music over the loudspeakers never sounded so CLEAR. The chill from the dairy section never felt so INVIGORATING. Time in the produce department is a REJUVENATING stroll through a garden.

HEAVEN on earth.
(If everything in Heaven is value-priced.)

Then, I come home. David is gone the rest of the day. But he does bring home a Cold Stone ice cream sundae in a waffle cup which is dipped in white chocolate and drizzled with chocolate. He is QUITE THE GUY to drive home with a sundae in his hand for 9½ miles without taking one little bite!

Monday morning, I have two girls with runny noses as David leaves for work. Never fear! My prince king returns to me and CARRIES ME OFF to a Valentine lunch date at Harvest Restaurant, where we enjoy DELICIOUS foods. (Mmmmm.... Rock Shrimp Nachos, if I weren't married already...)

The King and I are fully PLEASED with our meals, but instead of departing Thanksgiving Point, we find ourselves in the ice cream parlor where we order a PALATIAL banana split. Halfway through, David backs away from dessert. I call him a wuss. By the end of my gluttony, I regret my earlier GUSTO.

I am returned HOME, and spend the rest of the day with chubby HUGS and KISSES while David reports again to work for a few hours. When he returns to US, we have no DESIRE for dinner. Our stomachs are FULL, as are our HEARTS.