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Driving back from lunch this past weekend, my husband and I were having a conversation about various errands we needed to run. The kids were in the back seat (not arguing with each other for once) and really, I thought that they both might take a quick snooze. But Sabrina (6), who always needs to be a part of our every conversation, piped in with, "Huh? What are ya'll talking about? What do you need to do to the car? Or is this one of those A B conversations and I need to C my way out?" My husband responded (with only a trace of aggravation I thought), "Nothing you need to worry about - just grown up stuff."
A good four seconds of silence.
"Mom? What does 'a**hole' mean?"
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Remember that post I did about the ever-growing mountain of laundry at my house? No? Okay then - click here.
Well, last week the Town of Framingham confirmed my gripe about doing too much laundry. They actually sent me a very official letter saying that I needed to take a break, kick my feet up, and read a good book.
Well...
Actually they sent me a letter saying that our water consumption has sky rocketed these past few months and we should check for water leaks and running toilets. Oh, and to expect a much higher bill. No water leaks or cranky toilets here, so I can only assume it is the laundry. So, yeah, I'm parking my butt on the couch for a while. And just in case anyone complains about not having clean socks, I've placed that thoughtful letter from the Town right on top of the washing machine as a gentle reminder that we all need to do our part to conserve and preserve (my sanity, that is).
3 comments:
Oh, you lucky, lucky girl! Right now I'm trying to use the excuse that we get paid in a couple days so I'll get laundry detergent then.
Well, gotta go...off to falsify a letter from the town.
Great post Candi. Interesting note from the 'Ham. Who knew they were paying attention? Now I'll C my way out.
What the heck, where've you been?
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