Sunday Night Conversation<\/b>
\nSo, on Sunday nights, we sometimes eat in shifts. This is because the preparer of our food (me) sometimes doesn’t have it together on Sunday nights. I don’t know why I’m afflicted with the scatterbrains on Sundays, but, well, I am. So, last night Jon and I ate together after the boys were finished. <\/p>\n
Jon: Hey, you haven’t worn that bracelet in a long time.<\/p>\n
Me: I know, I just thought that it’d go with the other things I had on today. I think that it’s a really old bracelet. Mrs. S gave it to me since she didn’t have any daughters and it was given to Mrs. S when she was a teenager by another lady who didn’t have any daughters.<\/p>\n
Jon: Well, it is an interesting bracelet, anyway…<\/p>\n
Me: I guess that I’ll have to find a girl to give it to someday, since we don’t have any daughters.<\/p>\n
Jon: Well, maybe you can give it to one of our daughters-in-law.<\/p>\n
We both turned to look at our *interesting* boys. <\/p>\n
Me: Hmmm, well, IF I ever have a daughter-in-law, well, I guess that I could give it to her.<\/p>\n
Jon: Yeah, (he paused to throw one more look at our offspring) well, I don’t know, it might clash with her halo.<\/p>\n
True, that.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Sunday Night Conversation So, on Sunday nights, we sometimes eat in shifts. This is because the preparer of our food (me) sometimes doesn’t have it together on Sunday nights. I don’t know why I’m afflicted with the scatterbrains on Sundays, … Continue reading