A Fathers Day Ode; To My Mother

So Sunday we had my parents over for Fathers Day.  We cooked out on the grill, and in general had a good time.  Bug peed on the wall and pooped on the floor, so if that tells you anything about how potty training is going....

First I want to be serious though.  I want to wish K a very happy fathers day.  This is a day that a mere 4 years ago we didn't think he'd ever celebrate with a living child.  But here we are, 4 years later with 2 amazing kiddos.  K is the most caring father I could ever ask for.  He has patience, love and an immeasurable amount of fun in him.  The way he plays with Bug and Goose, the way he holds them, the way he goes running when cries suddenly begin.  It's amazing, and it melts my heart.  I always knew he would be an amazing father, I always knew that you would be able to feel his love.  But he has surpassed all of that, and it never fails to give me pause to enjoy the sweet moments I catch.

So, the ode to my mother.

The guys were out doing, well, whatever guys do that involves the garage, and maybe the boat.  Anyways, my mom and I were talking about Bra's, and how much she hates them.  During the conversation she was telling me about the last bra that she bought.

Mom: So, I went to Lowe's, and I had a 15% off coupon.....

Me: Silence.  I'm staring at her, mouth slightly open, trying to comprehend why in the WORLD she would buy a BRA at LOWE'S.

Mom (seeing my face): What, you and K were back in T Town, and I had a coupon, so I went shopping.  (we are shopping buddies these days).

Me (trying my hardest NOT to laugh): So you bought it where?

Mom: Low..... Oh my.... Kohl's, I meant Kohl's.  They sound similar, you know?  Plus you were just talking about shopping at Lowe's......

Me, laughing uncontrollably.  Dad walks in, looks at us, and walks back out.


So a little bit later we are enjoying our apple pie with whipped cream on it.

Me: This is SO good!!

Mom: Yea, especially with the Jello on top.

Me: The what?

Mom: Jello.  Whipped Cream.  Oh man.  I think I need to go home.

Me: Man mom, that one beer really did you in today.
Yep, I'm laughing through all this too.



So they get ready to leave.  She gives us all hugs and kisses, saving K for last.
Mom: K, Happy Mothers Day.  I mean, Happy Fathers Day.  Gawd, I'm going home.

Because we all need a good laugh!

One of my staff, we'll call her L, was telling us all recently about running into an old high school flame.  L is in her 50's, and yes, this is pertinent to the story.  Well, there were a number of conversations with different people that she had over the last few weeks about this run in, and a couple others with this guy.

Before I move on, let me tell you that we are in an office of mostly woman.  The newest employee is a male that is in his early 30's (I think).  He's a very sweet guy and has a great sense of humor.  We'll call him A.

OK, so after a recent conversation that L was having with another coworker, A went up to this coworker all concerned.  He whispered to her, wanting to not be overheard:

"I don't mean to butt in, but should I be concerned, is L really dating a high schooler?"

DOH!  Here's your sign.