Superbowl weekend
I had a very sociable weekend.
Saturday Morning: Pet StoreSaturday, after doing my housework chores, we went out to lunch to celebrate DS17 & DS12's great report card, then to the pet store & looked at adoptable pets, there was a pit bull bitch named Brandy, that a cop got at a drug bust, but she was such a mushy, kissy girl, he couldn't put her in a shelter so he adopted her, but his wife left, & he works longs days & ultimately couldn't keep her. Anyway, she's just about everything we could want in a dog...under 50 lbs, very submissive, not wild, or a nipper (OK she does have silent but deadly farts), will sit on command, about a year old, so she's done with puppy shots, soon to be spayed. But we don't know how she'll do with the cat. I'm not even sure if I want to upset the balance of the household by adding to the mix.
JewelersBack home, DH had run out for an errand, calls me up "I need your finger." So off we go to see M & E, jeweler friends of ours. It's a little uncomfortable to be with people so rich, rich, rich. The in-laws, who live with them, are double digit millionaires. But DH is cool with it, a mean, he's got friends who are going to introduce us to a prince. Anyway, the backstory is: DH has lost so much weight, his wedding ring fell off, so he want to get a replacement, but then thinks, why not get something fancier, and get one for me, too. So our friend M specializes in custom jewelry, beautiful stuff, real artistry. His wife, E is a real sweetheart. They have 5 kids. So I go over there with DS12 & DS6, they can play with the kids, while we do adult stuff. So, M shows me the catalog he's using just a reference, and it's one I designed when I was working at RLA. Coulda knocked me over with a feather! It looks awesome! I'm so good! M measures my finger, we talk diamonds. Yada yada. This house... everywhere you look, it shouts money. Plasma TVs, pool table, art-real art, in ground pool, etc. I'm so uncomfortable because they're obviously prospering, and we're just, well, on a good track, but not like all that.
Saturday Morning: Pet StoreSaturday, after doing my housework chores, we went out to lunch to celebrate DS17 & DS12's great report card, then to the pet store & looked at adoptable pets, there was a pit bull bitch named Brandy, that a cop got at a drug bust, but she was such a mushy, kissy girl, he couldn't put her in a shelter so he adopted her, but his wife left, & he works longs days & ultimately couldn't keep her. Anyway, she's just about everything we could want in a dog...under 50 lbs, very submissive, not wild, or a nipper (OK she does have silent but deadly farts), will sit on command, about a year old, so she's done with puppy shots, soon to be spayed. But we don't know how she'll do with the cat. I'm not even sure if I want to upset the balance of the household by adding to the mix.
JewelersBack home, DH had run out for an errand, calls me up "I need your finger." So off we go to see M & E, jeweler friends of ours. It's a little uncomfortable to be with people so rich, rich, rich. The in-laws, who live with them, are double digit millionaires. But DH is cool with it, a mean, he's got friends who are going to introduce us to a prince. Anyway, the backstory is: DH has lost so much weight, his wedding ring fell off, so he want to get a replacement, but then thinks, why not get something fancier, and get one for me, too. So our friend M specializes in custom jewelry, beautiful stuff, real artistry. His wife, E is a real sweetheart. They have 5 kids. So I go over there with DS12 & DS6, they can play with the kids, while we do adult stuff. So, M shows me the catalog he's using just a reference, and it's one I designed when I was working at RLA. Coulda knocked me over with a feather! It looks awesome! I'm so good! M measures my finger, we talk diamonds. Yada yada. This house... everywhere you look, it shouts money. Plasma TVs, pool table, art-real art, in ground pool, etc. I'm so uncomfortable because they're obviously prospering, and we're just, well, on a good track, but not like all that.
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