Saturday, January 17, 2009

Armed Candy

At the breakfast table this morning, my husband mentioned how his hair appeared to be less brown and more grey these days. I immediately chirped in to say how I wanted to go grey since dyeing is such a pain in the butt, and hey, it may look good! I then remembered the last time I mentioned that thought to one of my good friends. She said, “No Carmen, you want to know how you’ll look?…you’ll look OLD!!…don’t do it” she warned.

My husband now confirmed that sentiment by suggesting that perhaps I could walk behind him a few feet if I decided to let my hair go natural. Unfazed, I commented, “well, it’s not like I’m arm candy at my age anyway” (a sultry 50, hehehe). At that point, my mother, in her heavy dutch accent entered the conversation with, “yes, yes you are, you’re still armed candy!" Ahem -- thanks Mom! This statement was met with great enthusiasm by my loving husband. “Yep, she’s armed candy alright, gotta watch that one!

Well, after all the laughter died down, I wondered if he’d sleep with one eye open tonight. Cos, you know, he probably should! ;)

Then, my son read this post and said, "you know Mom, the funniest thing about this post is, it's "EYE" candy, not arm candy.

Sigh. Yup, I'm just like my Mom!

Thursday, January 15, 2009

A Little Morning Static

A friend of mine routinely gets up at 6 a.m. every morning to take his dog for a walk around the block. One chilly morning he got up, grabbed a pair of jogging pants from the laundry room, got dressed and put on a warm jacket. He quickly leashed his dog and left the house. His usual route takes him down the street, across a field, past the neighborhood pub and over the road to the Gas Station, which is kitty corner from his house.

While he walked the dog that day, he noticed the neighbors he ran into displayed quizzical looks followed by smirks as they returned his morning greeting. People can be different...

In the meantime, back at home his wife got up and made coffee, then peeked out the window awaiting his return. As she watched him walk the short distance from the Station to their home, she noticed something unusual. Behind him something was catching on various jagged spots and random rocks along the roadway. She looked closer then realized that firmly attached to the back of his jogging pants was one leg and trunk of a freshly laundered pair of her pantyhose, while the other  leg lagged behind. I can imagine it brought happy tears....Lol!

Apparently he wasn’t too fazed…he likes being the center of attention! After all, he put a day-long smile on people’s faces that morning!

What better way to start the day than to spread a little happiness?