Friday, June 23, 2017

Fly On The Wall In A Text Message

     Welcome to another edition of Fly On The Wall group blog postings, hosted by Karen of Baking In A Tornado. Today, seven bloggers are opening their homes to you so that you may be a fly in the wall and see what goes on behind closed doors.

     One day last week when it rained like crazy, I texted Hubs to let him know that I decided not to drive to the gym in the storm. I also mentioned that the dogs refused to go out in the rain and that they would most likely poop in the house. Our text convo went something like this:



     Last week while I was cleaning the house, I spotted a huge cockroach near the ceiling. As most of you know, I am deathly afraid of these machinations of the devil. I texted a photo of it and sent it to my daughter, who is also terrified by these horrid bugs. Because I'm a good mom like that. Her response:


     Hubs and I love to drive each other crazy with musical ear worms---the most annoying songs we can think of. The theme song to "Born Free" (yeah, I'm THAT old...I saw the movie in the theatre when it debuted in 1966) popped into my head the other day, and of course, I just HAD to share it with Hubs while he was out running errands (because I'm also a good wife like that):


     And then there was just some stupid stuff being said randomly around the house recently:

"Honey, we're so old, we come from the days when salad spinners were considered high tech."


"Why did the kids drop off their dogs here? We already have three of our own. Now there's five. What are we, the Doggie Depot?"
"My God, my feet hurt from work today. Wish I could just chop 'em off."
"Is that why you ordered that chain saw for Father's Day?"

"I picked up the broccoli spears from the store. They were in the aisle next to Britney....Britney Spears."

"What's this weird soap you bought called, Grandpa's Soap?"
"It's homemade soap with a little bit of Grandpa in it to get you clean every day."
"That's a gross concept. I'm not lathering up with anything that has been made out of human bits. "

"Remember the days when we were romantic and you would point to me and say, 'You, Me, Bed, NOW.'?"
"Yeah, but we're old farts now, so, it's more like, 'You, Me, Bed, Nap'."
"At least you have your priorities straight."


***WANT MORE MENO MAMA? It has been a successful week! First let me give you the latest news: I JUST HAD MY FIRST ARTICLE ACCEPTED FOR FUTURE PUBLICATION ON THE WASHINGTON POST!!!! Stay tuned for details! Today, you can catch my NEW articles on HELLO GIGGLES ("I Didn't Think I wanted Children Until I Met My Husband--And Now I Have Four") and RAVISHLY ("The Trials And Tribulations Of Raising Teens")

Buzz around, see what you think, then click on these links for a peek into some other homes:
Baking In A Tornado                  http://www.BakingInATornado. com
Menopausal Mother                     http://www.menopausalmom.com/
Searching for Sanity                    http://singlemumplusone. blogspot.com
Spatulas on Parade                       http://spatulasonparade. blogspot.com/
A Little Piece of Peace                    http://little-piece-of- peace.blogspot.com
Never Ever Give Up Hope               http://batteredhope.blogspot. com
Bookworm in the Kitchen                http://www. bookwormkitchen.com/  

26 comments:

  1. Love those texts. I need to start torturing . . . I mean amusing . . . my husband with texts like that. I'll be sure to tell him to thank you . . .

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  2. Oh, my word, you make me laugh! Bwahahahaha! I totally needed this! You. Me. Bed. Nap.

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    1. Seriously, it's the story of my life...

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  3. Wait just one darn minute? Are you saying salad spinners AREN'T high tech? I didn't get the memo.

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    1. Ha-Ha!! I remember thinking I was cool because I had the "latest" gadget in the neighborhood!

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  4. Had to read these and see how they measure up to the texts my hub and I send. Awesome! And that roach needs to die. Bugs like that are part of why I stay up north.

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  5. This is so cute, Marcia! Your Hubs really is your hero, coming to your rescue (when he isn't driving you crazy with ear worms) LOL. Have a nice weekend!

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  6. Too bad my husband doesn't text. Maybe this is why...

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  7. Naps are always higher on my priority list than romance. I'm glad I'm not the only one who texts earworms randomly, except my little sister is always my victim. Nothing makes her madder...

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    1. That's hilarious! Keep up the good work!

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  8. This was bloody funny, just so you know, I did like this post it made me feel good

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    1. And you just made my day by telling me this. THANK YOU <3

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  9. OMGosh I seriously want a relationship like you guys have! Y'all crack me up.

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  10. **Honey, we're so old, we come from the days when salad spinners were considered high tech."**

    LAUGHING in Minnesota!! xxx

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    1. Back in the day, they sure were something special....

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  11. O K -- I can't get my head around cockroaches in the house. Is that normal in your neck of the woods? GROSS! I'd be freaking!

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    1. VERY normal! They are huge---a cockroach known as a Palmetto bug here. They especially come into the house when it rains a lot. They can sneak in through any crack or crevice. Disgusting things and I am terribly phobic about them.

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  12. You and your hubs are just two peas in a pod - I'd stay in that pod until the roach is gone for sure!! Have a great 4th of July weekend - Hope you start early, that is if the rain ever stopped!

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    1. Thanks, Saimi! We're looking forward to the holiday--spending it with my family!

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  13. I'm laughing at how Now turned to Nap. At least the other 3 remained consistent. That's more important in my opinion.

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