We've had a nice day. I can hardly believe it's Easter weekend.This entire spring has just slipped by me.
I started the day off with a trip to Hastings to buy heirloom tomato plants. My little seedlings are rather pitiful and I don't think will make it. I bought six heirlooms that are about 6 inches high. I already planted two of them. I also got a beautiful geranium for the front patio area. I have planted a lot of seeds in pots out there but nothing is blooming, and I longed to see something blooming there.
Mother took me out to lunch as my Easter present, and Lesleigh joined us at The Blue Ribbon Grill. We had a delightful time. I like that it's a locally-owned place. The waitress loaned Lesleigh her glasses so she could read the menu.Personal service.
Michael was at baseball practice and Alesia was at work, so it was an all-adults lunch. Sometimes I need that.
We went to Publix late this afternoon, just me and Michael.
Last night, to my horror, the kids wouldn't eat their burritos because they had used some sour cream that had gone bad. I hadn't realized it was off.They ended up eating peanut butter and jelly.
So we got up to the front to pay for groceries at Publix and I looked at the expiration date on the large carton of Sour Cream and it expired May 2. That's only a little more than a week away. Ridiculous. So I sent Mike back to trade it out for one not fixing to expire.
He came back and handed me another sour cream and said "It's good until June."
"OK, that's good," I said noncomittally.
Mike then said what I thought was "Mom, smell of me." He was holding his shirt at the time. I said "Why?!" thinking oh lord, he sprayed some cologne or something on himself, I hope nobody saw him. He was holding his shirt. He said "No! I said, Mom - smell, ah...!" I couldn't hear him because it was so noisy. I said "Why should I smell you?!" He mumbled something else. "What?!" I said. He got so frustrated. He finally pointed behind him and said "Mom! I said I SAW MELANIE!" and with that the cashier, me, and the bagger just broke up laughing. Michael was all "You need a hearing aid!" and I was all -"You mumble!"
I remember having a very similar conversation with my dad about twenty years ago.
Michael had just finished asking me a few minutes earlier "Why is it when you see a couple in the grocery store, the woman is always telling the man what to do? The man is going behind her going "Yes Dear" and "OK honey" and all that?? The woman is in charge?! What's up with that?"
I had to stop and laugh a minute before I could respond.
I said "Those are men who want to stay married, Michael. They aren't in charge. They've never been in charge and they never will be in charge, unless they want to get divorced. Look at that and remember it, if you ever intend to stay married."
I do believe that Michael will make some lucky girl a fine husband one day, IF he remembers he is not in charge...
I love this photo of my grandparents made in the 1920's when they were dating. Mamaw was 4'10 and weighed about 100 lbs. Papaw was 6'4 and weighed about 220. Guess who was in charge in their marriage?!? They were married almost 50 years.
