Happy Monday Y'all!
Today is an exciting day for many reasons, not the least of which is the Men's finals match at the U.S. Open, starring Novac Djokovic and my boyfriend, Rafa.
Rafa has never won the U.S. Open. It's so exciting. It's on CBS at 4:00 EST.
Our question of the day comes from Debbie:
Q: Do you, honestly, put on your pants one leg at a time?
Excellent question Debbie. The answer is, I don't use my legs at all. I dive head first into my pants, and then because I have a double-jointed pinkie finger, I'm able to finagle the pants down my body, to where they rest comfortably below my love handles.
Thank you for asking!
Thing #1*
I was walking through the kitchen this morning, when I tripped over Sam's backpack. (The one that rides in the baby seat of his bike.)
It was a pretty good stumble, but I recovered and continued on. Sam watched the whole thing with a curious expression.
Sam (laughing): "I can't believe you just tripped over that, and then left it there."
me: "It's your backpack."
Sam: "Yeah, but you just tripped over it! You'd leave it there for someone else to trip over?"
me: "No, you originally left it there for someone to trip over. If you want people to stop tripping, move it. Otherwise, I have to assume there's a reason it's in the middle of the floor, and all of these injuries will be on your head."
He looked at me like he couldn't believe how stubborn one wife could be. But it's not a matter of being stubborn. I think it's more 2 parts Lazy (because let's be honest, I could've moved it), and 1 part Clueless. Okay, and just a dash of Stubborn.
Clueless in the same way as when I see a toddler in the middle of the road, and I think, "Huh. A toddler in the street. Someone obviously wanted it that way. Somebody's obviously okay with what is happening."
I've spent years re-training my brain to do something about it, and now I can happily say that when I see a toddler in the street, it only takes me a few minutes to come to the conclusion I should do something about it.
*This was not the original blog, but I wanted to send Sam a message. Zing!
