Just as my German class started this evening, a sharp-dressed man burst into the room to deliver a hot cup of coffee just for me. It was Martin on his way to his own writing class down the hall. I had to laugh when I turned the cup and saw the name on my beverage. Soooo true.
Anyone else have a significant other who absolutely refuses to take the necessary meds despite feeling miserable? I feel like making a certificate so that once he’s well again, I can present it and say, “LOOK! A certificate for your suffering. Clearly, this is what you wanted!”
I’m thinking I should make this certificate available for others, too. May even a create an “Amateur Nursing Achievement Award” for the one who suffered beside the patient.
Knowing I had such a delightful day with the kids (hahaha), Martin brought me flowers when he got home from classes today.
A wise man.
Earlier in the day, I decided I had enough about the kids’ mess in our family room.
Ahhhh, that feeling of satisfaction after throwing away two baskets full of toys after repeatedly telling the kids to pick up their messes! They can scream, beg, cry, and melt down all they want when they realize it is all gone. Those little plastic bits are part of China’s silent attack on America anyway. They aren’t gonna fall under my feet ANYMORE!
No matter where we go in the world, there’s absolutely no place like home!!! As we pulled into the driveway, Martin was busy on our patio, grilling us a delicious dinner of chicken, pork, and veggies while Jaz jumped around, excited to have his sisters back. I literally grabbed him as he was walking by and smooshed his face into mine. He’s a good sport. I am a lucky Frau!
One more road trip photo from the last leg of our trip.
Pit stop in Austria! It was sprinkling, but we were outside for the view. The six year old was bored with the schnitzel and salat.
Today’s Flashback Friday post is from June 2002. Back when Martin and I were newlyweds. We weren’t living together yet. He was still in the Bundeswehr at his kaserne four hours away from where I was at Ramstein Air Base in Germany. Plans were in motion for our move to Italy, but nothing finalized yet.
Such a great time with so much hopeful uncertainty in the air.
Such a great time when we were all lovey-dovey in that sickening way young people are when they are newlyweds.
Martin and I just challenged each other to find the better pizza deal. Normally, our pizza bill for a family of five is $25, but with Miss C at a sleepover, we wanted a smaller order. Clacking away on our laptops, I looked up and saw him furrowing his brow which made me optimistic that my clever idea was totally going to win.
My total for a large with three toppings (one side pepperoni, one side bacon/pineapple) and dessert cakes for the kids = $19.44.
His total for two mediums (one pepperoni, one b/p) and dessert cakes for the kids = $19.43.
I should know better.
I was in the middle of this yesterday…literally. It was a lock-down of a few federal buildings due to threats made against the government. My two coworkers and I were walking out of the building to lunch when we were suddenly swarmed by police cars and police personnel coming from every direction.
The photo here looks to be taken some time after the incident. That corner was PACKED with police vans, vehicles, and cops. We were waved across the street and onward to our lunch destination, where we received the “shelter in place” text updates on our phones. So after reporting our whereabouts, we stayed at the Native American Museum enjoying hot chocolate and Tres Leche Cake for dessert until the “all clear.”
Fair warning: I’m gonna gush about my spouse in this post.
Between the winter weather and his hand surgery/recovery, we let things slide the past few months. Our diet. Our gym/activity routines. Our routines in general. Everything. And because we’re no longer the spry young things we were when we first met, our metabolisms rewarded us with some extra weight.
In the past, it was nothing to make some minor lifestyle adjustments, add a half hour at the track, skip some dessert, and be able to zip up the nice jeans without thinking about it.