Friday, February 17, 2023

I Had Plans: Fly on the Wall

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 Welcome to a monthly Fly on the Wall group post. Today 3 bloggers are inviting you to catch a glimpse of what you’d see if you were a fly on the wall in our homes. Come on in and buzz around my house. At the end of my post you’ll find links to this month’s other participants’ posts.

We'd had both snow and sleet. Hubs wasn't working, but I saw that he was putting on his coat.
Me: I bet the roads are dangerous, maybe you shouldn't go out there.
Hubs: Well, Mega Millions is up to 1.3 billion and the drawing is tonight, I was going to go get us a few tickets.
Me: I bet the roads are dangerous, be careful out there.

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He did play a ticket for himself, and my numbers for me. 
I didn't win. 
I felt obliged to share the news with my Facebook friends.

I shot off a quick status, but when I checked the page later, I found that the post had 257 likes, 77 comments, and had been shared 59 times.

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I guess I'm not the only one who had plans . . .

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Same day. Hubs decided he was going out to clear off the sidewalk. Since he'd already easily driven up and down the driveway, he decided not to bother with the snowblower and just shovel the sidewalk and front walkway.

I was concerned, there was ice mixed in with the snow, which is heavy, and I didn't want him to overdo it. He did the sidewalk and the front walk, then I saw him shoveling part of the driveway.

Me (yelling from the front door): You said you weren't going to do the driveway. It's too heavy, stop and come in.
Hubs (yelling back to me): I'm just making a path from the walkway to the sidewalk.
Me (still yelling): Yeah, well if you drop dead from a heart attack, who's going to do my taxes?

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Hubs texted me from work:

Hubs: What are you up to? You busy?
Me: Just multitasking. Need something?
Hubs: Not important, you sound busy, don't want disturb you.
Me: ttyl. If it's not important, I'll get back to what I was doing.

Don't tell him I was listening to the news, checking on a new book to read, and playing a word game, OK?

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It's been a long time since I had little kids from whom I had to hide baking supplies so they couldn't get into them. Recently, I bought some Andes mints, and I did notice the family looking at them in a way that made me feel like they wouldn't be around long enough to make it to the recipe. So instead of putting them on my baking shelf in the pantry, I slipped them into the desk drawer.

Hubs: What are you doing?
Me: I'm hiding the Andes from you guys.
Hubs: You realize we're standing right here, don't you?

OK, so I guess hiding treats is no longer my superpower.

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Mint Blondies

PurDude and I text every day. Usually just a quick check in, but if he has time we chat a bit. This day, I was exasperated.

Me: You have lived in Boulder for 3 years, but your mail still comes here, I have an insurance EOB here from when you were home over Thanksgiving and were sick.
PurDude: I don't need it though, it's just an insurance form.
Me: But it, and everything else, shouldn't still be coming here.
PurDude: But Mom, you're my sorting station.
Me: Huh?
PurDude: You throw away the junk, handle what you can, and send me the few things I actually have to deal with. Isn't it great to feel needed?
Me: Well, I need you too. I need you to change your address . . .

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Most days I just pour my coffee into a mug like a normal person. But on certain days, I'll use my theme mugs. When Purdue plays a basketball or football game, I'll use my Purdue Mom mug that day. Same with my Patriots mug, and I use my Halloween mug all through October.

As you know, last weekend was the Super Bowl. There was also a Purdue basketball game that day.

Me: I don't know whether to use my Purdue mug or my Patriots mug.
Hubs: The Patriots aren't playing today, they've been out of it for a long time.
Me (clearly bristling): And your point is . . .
Hubs (understanding his agregious error): Gooo, Patriots!

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Later that day we were about to turn on the Super Bowl. I knew a guy who had played for Purdue was in the game, but I didn't know which team.

Me: Which team is Karlaftis on?
Hubs: KC.
Me: I won't be watching much of the game, but after watching him play for Purdue, I'm interested in seeing how he does.
Hubs: Yeah, let's see if he gets any sex.
Me: Sex, on the field? In the middle of the Super Bowl? I doubt it.
Hubs: Sacks. Sacks. Not sex, sacks.

Hey, I heard what I heard.

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Getting old is tough. I may have mentioned that one or two or a thousand times before. 

They say it helps if you can laugh about it.

There are 6 stairs from my main floor, then a landing, then 9 more steps (yes, I went and counted) to the top floor.

Hubs had been showering, and I was heading up to shower. We met up on the landing.

Me: Well, it's about time!
Hubs: Hey, I don't move as fast as I used to.
Me: Tell me about it, I headed up these stairs 20 minutes ago.

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And then there's this (another popular FB status):

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Now click on the links below for a peek into some other homes:

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Mint Blondies

1 1/2 sticks butter, softened
1 1/4 cups brown sugar
13 Andes mints
3 eggs
1/2 tsp mint extract
1 1/4 cups flour
1/2 tsp salt
1/2 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp baking powder

*Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Grease and flour a 9 X 13 baking pan.
*In a medium sized bowl, microwave the butter with the brown sugar, just until all of the butter is melted and it's smooth when stirred. Set aside to cool for 10 minutes.
*Unwrap the mints. Finely chop 8 of them and set aside. Place the remaining mints in a small bowl and microwave until smooth when stirred. Set aside.
*Whisk the eggs and mint extract into the butter and brown sugar. Once incorporated, mix in the flour, salt, and baking soda. Gently fold in the chopped mints.
*Pour into the prepared pan, drizzle with the remaining melted mints, and swirl gently into the top of the batter with a toothpick.
*Bake for 25 minutes. Remove from the oven and allow to cool completely before cutting.


  1. From Menopausal Mother: Omg I can totally relate about your son's mail still coming to your house--I have the same problem here with my kids. After reading your funny post, now I understand why--we really are just mail sorters for them!! GAHHHHHH

  2. What is ttyl? Asking for a friend. Donna.

    1. Any friend of yours is a friend of mine. ttyl is talk to you later.

  3. Hahahahaha! Best. One. Ever!!! I'm still laughing...

  4. At my age, I don't have any superpowers left so forgive me at laughing at your hiding the Andes in front of everyone. And, happy Donna beat me to asking what TTYL means. Me, I'm still trying to figure out emojis.

    1. Yeah, I guess we've both lost our superpowers. Fortunately I don't need them quite as often any more.

  5. I'm going to have to remember that multitasking comment. I suspect it would really come in handy around here.

  6. Our kids mail comes here, some of it, and most packages. At least it snags me visits from them rather regularly.

    "If you have a heart attack, who's going to do my taxes?" Thanks, i needed that laugh.

  7. I live in Las Vegas. You know how many times I haven't hit it big on one of the poker machines? A lot. lol

  8. I love that you try to hide the sweets. I have places to hide sweets like on top of the fridge and the top shelves, it helps:)

  9. Hey, I loved this! Very entertaining. I think we all live similar lives, but yours has a good bit of levity.


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