Cinderalla

Husband and I went to a lovely wedding this past Friday.  It was in a rustic barn, with beautiful lights strung throughout.  Unfortunately, the invitation did not mention the hazards of wearing heels.  Drink in hand, I started out across the slatted floor.  Immediately, my heel gets stuck between the boards.  Not a real big deal as I was able to get my foot free without too much embarrassment.  I collect my self, relived that I handled the situation, only to take one more step and completely get my other heel stuck.  This time, I spill my drink and for the life of me, can not get my shoe unstuck.  All of this with the wedding guests watching me completely fumble around trying to rectify the situation. Then some very kind stranger leaps to my rescue and manages to free my shoe while I am standing there barefoot and completely humiliated.  He was a gentleman, but I was so embarrassed that I grabbed my shoe and could only muddle a quick thank you.  Moral of the story: Don't wear heels to a barn wedding and know that there are still Knights in Shining Armor who will rescue a damsel in distress.

ICE

I was recently visiting my mom in Iowa.  I was looking through her phone for a number and saw this:

ICE Jon

Me (completely serious and confused): Mom, who is this ICE Jon?  Do you have a special person who delivers ice to your house? 

I am currently thinking that is is pretty cool and wondering if lots of people have "ice" men.  I am always behind the curve and my mom is almost always "in the know".  Perhaps this is a new thing?

Mom (looking at me like I am crazy): Don't you have an ICE person?

Me (feeling silly, but not exactly sure why): No....

Mom (exasperated): Well you should! Who would they call In Case of Emergency?

Me (it finally clicking): OH! So you don't actually have a person named Jon bringing ice?

Mom  - shakes her head and wonders how she got a clueless daughter like me.

Oh Yeah...

Context: Husband is transferring all our CDs to the computer.

Me: Wow, this CD has all my favorite songs on it!!

Husband: That is because I made it for you for Valentines Day.

Me: oh yeah.....

School

Due to the extreme heat, we have been watching marathons of Cake Boss.  One of Buddy's favorite phrases is "that how you do it old school style!". 

 This must have been vexing my eight year old because he just asked "where is this old school, anyway?"

Needed: A New Metaphor

While vacationing on Lake Michigan, my mother-in-law rushed in to describe the night sky: "The stars look like the pimples on a teenage girl!"

 What?!

Double Take

Last week my Girl Scout troop had their cookie booth. For some reason, we ended up in north St. Louis City in a very urban area. The booth was going fine, but then I look out into the parking lot and see a man riding a horse. This was completely out of context. He just kept riding the horse around the parking lot and in the streets. People just stared, the security guards didn't know what to do. So we all just watched in disbelief.

Doing Without

Our microwave broke a couple of weeks ago. Since I am not that huge a fan of them, I haven't really been that interested in getting a new one. Evidently the true magnitude of life without a microwave was brought home to my 7 year old the other night (when I was out). To quote him on the necessity of getting a new one:

"We couldn't even make our burritos!!!!"

Well, if that is the case, I guess we better get a new microwave right away!