Taking Care of Hump Day Business...

Mrs. Flea over at Flea's World, sent me the absolute most precious apron with Fred and Bessie on the front. I absolutely adore it! My other aprons are really old and the designs are getting faded, so this was the perfect item for me. Thank You! Thank You! Thank You! I really thought getting to host the bevos was a treat, so this is like icing on the cake. Now, I think I might need to go over to Fred & Bessie's site and buy something to go with my apron. I can always use a good coffee cup or a refrigerator magnet.



Then, Jeri of In The Gutter fame tagged me for a meme and since I haven't done one yet this month, I'll be happy to comply. It's a Four Meme, which sounds like it should be fairly easy, right? So, I am to answer a set of four questions then tag four other people. Okay. Here we go friends and enemies (yes, I do know you're out there now).

(A) Four places I go over and over:
HEB Grocery Store
The Golf Club
Mr. Snooty's Office
The Post Office



(B) Four people who email me regularly:
Mr. Snooty
Snooty Daughter
Snooty Son
Tammy

(C) Four of my favorite places to eat:
Katsuya Holywood
The Garlic Press
Fleming's (Austin)
Bistro 88 (Austin)

(D) Four places I'd rather be:
In Austin with our son.
In Los Angeles with our daughter
Playing golf.
On the beach in Mexico.


(E) Four TV shows I could watch over and over:
Seinfeld
I Love Lucy
Friends
True Blood

(F) Four people I'd like to make miserable and tag:
Tammy @ The Color Of Home
Sista #1 & Sista #2 of Holy Crappers
The Bliss of It All
Janie @ Sounding Forth

Now, for an extra little treat to those of you who made it this far:

I simply cannot believe this man is now 71 years old. I prefer to remember him like this:

Oh yeah, this is Monday alright. All day long...

I had every intention of getting my derriere out of bed early this morning, so that I could get in a full day of doing all the little things around here that I've been neglecting since I discovered blogging. Yes, I'm having so much fun blogging that I'm really ignoring all of the other aspects of my life, except food and personal hygiene and feeding the cat. I see that I am totally becoming a computing/blogging slut puppy and I'm going to do something about this new development soon. Very soon. I am actually expecting this new phase in my life to lose its shiny-new feel at some point in the near future. Kind of like buying a new CD and listenening to it over & over so that you can be equally as tired of the new music as you are of the older music. Then, everything rather magically achieves common ground and life returns to normal. Okay, this is my plan, alright?

I've also been tagged (again!) by Tammy @ The Color of Home. Since it is different than the others, I will go ahead and do it in spite of the fact I'm growing tired of memes, lol.

How long have you been together?

We have been married 30 years and 6 months. Bewildering but true.


How long did you date?

We dated approximately a year, but we had known each other all through grade school. That fact was important because I remembered him & he had no recollection of me, lol.


How old is he?

He and I are the same age... 55. Only he's 3 months older than I. The old fart.


Who said "I love you" first?

I have no qualms whatsoever that it was me. Once he said he loved me, he of course, thought he'd never have to say it again. I straightened him right out on that issue.


Who is taller?

He is. I'm 5'4" and he's 6' (and shrinking)


Who is smarter?

No ambiguity here. Book/politics/worldly matters smart: Hubby
Common sense/people/artistic smart: Me


Who does the laundry?

The majority of the time I do it. Nonetheless, when I get slovenly about the laundry, he does a load of his things only. He's not allowed to ever do mine. I'm sure you can figure out why that rule is in place.


Who does the dishes?

Since the kids have been gone, the hubby has assumed the duty of doing the dishes most of the time. Although, I am known to occasionally soil my manicure.


Who sleeps on the right side of the bed?

He sleeps on the left side of his bed and I sleep on the left side of my bed, lol. You do the math.


Who pays the bills?

I paid them for the first 15 years, then he took over. I had my hands full enough with 2 midgets.


Who mows the lawn?

The lawn service. Hubby used to mow it but he only did it when he felt like it and I wanted it done on the same day every week. He also never edged the lawn (I used to go out & do the worst parts with kitchen shears). So, we have a great lawn guy now who mows, edges, and uses the blower to clear off the property (so it can blow back later the same day). He comes every Thursday. Without fail. It just kills the hubby that he has to pay $35 per week to have the yard done. It's good exercise for his stingy bone.


Who cooks dinner?

When the kids were growing up, it was always me. Even the grilling. Since the kids have been gone, the hubby is beginning to love cooking, so I welcome this new denouement. I'm sure this has nothing to do with the time I went on a cooking strike for a month.


Who is more stubborn?

We're both stubborn but he is way more stubborn than I. Uh-huh! Uh-huh!


Who kissed who first?

We pretty much went at one another simultaneously, with great vigor.


Who asked who out?

He asked me out. In my day, nice girls didn't ask guys out. Unless he was a complete Neanderthal, in which case desperate measures were generally accepted & approved of.

Okay whatever. I asked him out which I guess, makes me a slut. But I'm a married-30-years-to-the-father-of-my-children slut, lol. I should definitely get more snaps for that.


Who proposed?

He did. It was right after we had just completed an especially rigorous round of *Feet Fights* on the sofa at his apartment. We never do have feet fights anymore. I miss those. But, I'd probably just get hurt anyway, lol.


Who is more sensitive?

No question here. That would be me. In every way. Although... he does bring me my favorite flowers after we have a squabble and always gets me what I want for anniversary, birthday & Christmas. It took 20 years for him to reach this point, but now he's much more thoughtful than he was in our early years of marriage. Plainly, the poor dear creatures have to be trained most of the time.


Quite honestly, I don't think I have anyone left that will do another meme. I've already tagged everyone once and some seemed a bit peeved about it while others didn't even do it, so I'm just going to let this ride. Sorry Tammy. HOWEVER, if you want to play along please do so & be sure to let me know so that I can add a link to your blog, for playing.