Canvas Print

I have a picture of my girls that I just adore.  It doesn't matter how big those little rascals get, I always want this shot displayed in our home. It's a simple one, really.  No posing.  It was a moment captured right after my girls and I had run through the sprinkler in our backyard.  Our smiles were genuine.  The sun was in our eyes and we were lost in our laughter.  It was a perfect moment.

I wanted it to be captured forever.

So, I ordered a canvas print of this shot.  What can I say?  It looks fantastic.  No longer is it just a "shot".  It's a piece of art.  Better yet, it's an art piece that shows the heart of our family.  It's truly a moment captured forever.

The folks at Printcopia were fast and efficient.  So professional.  Friendly, too.

I think I'm addicted!

Printcopia's sister companies sell vinyl banners. car magnets and lawn signs if you are interested in any of those products.

Birds, Bees and Some Naughty Laundry

I was once again grumbling over a hill of dirty socks, per usual. 

The sweat was pouring down my face as I wrestled the darks and roughed up the whites. The teetering laundry pile was far higher than I had seen it before. I had been working on it all morning and barely made a dent. I surmised that the clothes must have had their way with one another because the rate in which it multiplied was maddening. 

It was true, some laundry mating must have occurred.

And, I knew what I had to do.

I needed to find the Pappa of the bunch and promptly send him to Dr. Snippity Snip.

I dug and I dug, finally finding what I suspected to be the culprit.

He lay there, immodestly clinging to a pair of lacy panties.

A pair of flannel boxers, fly open wide, he was.

I grabbed him by the waistband and said, “No more fun for you, Pal!”

He responded with surprise, “Hey, lady, I was just getting to first base!”

I marched out to the garage and opened the trashcan.

He started to squeal. “Why you raining on my parade? What did I ever do to you?”

I looked him in the fly…er…eye….before saying, “The work around here is never ending! You and that funny business in the laundry basket are making me old before my time!”

Then he started to soften a bit. “Ah, doll. I never knew. How about a little foot massage? I can fix you up with a pair of athletic socks.”

I gave him another look and began to succumb to his charms.

“A foot massage?” I asked.

“Yeah, yeah,” he assured me. “I’m in good with the whole sock crew. I can make you feel real good, little lady. “

Before I knew it, that rascal had convinced me to bring him back inside to continue with his date with the lacy unmentionables.

And, now, I’m sitting here with a single, one eyed, unmated sock named Gladys rubbing my feet while I listen to the laundry pile writhe and moan.

Kinda makes for an interesting afternoon.

Rambo Sock

I know. I know. I’ve discussed my issues with laundry before.

But, it’s gotten really bad around here lately.

Apparently, a renegade sock mated with a GI Joe and we have had a bit of a Rambo-esque situation.

I first noticed the manly, beefy sock doing sit ups during my sort and fold.

He ran laps around the others, marching about tangled hosiery and ordering everyone to drop and give him ten.

Well, this energy was a bit over the top for me, so I gave him a good kick under the bed.

Out of sight, out of mind is my motto.

But, who woulda guessed? The bugger did the army crawl out from under the bed, dragging a lost pair of lacy panties behind him.

And, judging from the look on his face, I knew he had been up to something more than a simple search and rescue.

I figured what he needed was a good toss in the trash, but ….well, I guess I’m a bit of a softie.

He and the panties have taken up residence in my bottom drawer and, rumor has it, are expecting twins in the summer.

I figure, who am I to kill a good romance?

Now, If I can only get that unmated thigh high paired up, I'd be a happy camper.