Do you remember the Happy Thoughts forum that was with us for just a very short time earlier this year? I cried a single tear today thinking about it being gone for good but then I realized that there is nothing technically against the rules about posting a bunch of positive and cheerful things in a SDMB thread. Dopers just aren’t naturally inclined that way unless coaxed.
You know the drill. This is a happy thread for positive people with great news and cute stories or pictures of ducklings walking single file. There are no negative thoughts allowed including sarcasm, in jokes, and/or oblique references.
Today was one of the few sunny days this summer and I didn’t have to go to work. I filled my son’s pool with water so he could “go swimming” after his nap. He loved it.
Nope, just me. I tell him about the stuff I learn about here from various Dopers. He doesn’t roam the Internet like I do, however he pays bills online. That’s about it.
I’m going on vacation Saturday, and starting it off right with a celebration Friday. Friday’s also me-and-the-Mister’s 11 anniversary. We’re having friends over, and his fun sister and husband are flying up to join us.
Sometimes I wish this board had a “Like” or Thumbs Up button or something, so I could tell you I like this post. Since it doesn’t, I guess I’ll just tell you: I like this post. A lot.
The heat broke here last night. My SO and I sat next to each other on the porch and were actually able to stand a little snuggle without sticking to each other, while we watched a pretty neat little thunderstorm. This morning, I woke to find all the windows open, the air conditioner in the living room off and a very nice breeze blowing through. Thanks for opening the windows, honey!
My son came downstairs last night. He said “Dad, I thought I farted, but…”
I said “But you sharted?”
He, stunned, said “It has a name?!”
The joy of teaching, the joy of discovery, and the joy of parenting all in one go. I won’t remember his math tests or his recitals. They’ll all run together. But the first time he learned of a shart? That’s forever.
(I am sincere in this, and not trying to thread shit/shart. Parenting is a weird ass endeavor.)
It’s raining and 70 degrees. After ENDLESS hot sunny afternoons in the 80s and 90s, I actually feel like I have the energy to DO something, other than drowse in front of the fan or huddle near the AC.
