Our 20th anniv was last December, and once upon a time, I’d thought it would be nice to get new bands then, but stuff happens and we didn’t.
My original band was lost when I was preggers. My fingers swelled, so I moved the band to my pinkie. One day when I was pulling and flinging weeds, the ring got flung, although I didn’t notice it till it was too ridiculously late to look for it, so it was gone. After I unswelled ( both fingers and belly) we replaced it with the same kind (from Zales in the mall) and I’m still wearing that one.
FCD damaged his first band while welding - he caught a piece of hot slag that melted the gold - but saved his finger. We replaced that, again, with an identical band. But he lost that one on the road a few years ago. That was the impetus to replace both for our anniversary, but after my dad died, my mom offered us my grandfather’s band. It just happened to fit my sweetie, so that’s what he’s worn ever since. It doesn’t seem right to replace that.
If Taters’ hubby offers to drive, politely refuse. Even if where you’re going is 50 miles away and you have no other transportation to get there, politely refuse. Besides, the exercise will do ya good.
Swampy, I didn’t mean to scare anyone. I only posted it because this was so out of character for my hubby. I mean, really, REALLY out of character. He’s usually Mr. Good Driver, letting people in ahead of him, he doesn’t get all worked up when someone is going below the posted limit for no apparent reason, and is usually a sea of serenity in an otherwise irritating drive anywhere.
Truly, his behaviour just freaked me out. I just could not believe what I was seeing and hearing. He NEVER does stuff like that. Maybe he just got fed up 26 years worth of bad drivers and it all came out in one day. I just don’t know.
Honestly, he usually a sweetie and one of the kinds of folks who makes you laugh so much your face hurts.
Well, I must go to Costco now. Sigh…why do these people insist on having food to eat?
Maybe he was bit by the same grump-bug that got our dear swampy, Taters. Or it could have been having other people in the car. I know I’m the sweetest li’l thing when I drive by myself, but give me a passenger and watch out. Impatient, competative, and I’ve even been known to say naughty words.
I made yummy rice this weekend. It was yummy because I browned it in a bit of oil first and then cooked it with chicken stock and various herbs ‘n’ spices. But that’s not the cool part. The cool part is that I let the temperature get a little high and some of the rice popped like popcorn. Too cool! I must investigate other grains and determine their pop-ability.
Welcome, cards! I give you an “A” on your first post because you created an abbreviation (FOJ) and that is so in keeping with the MMP. Post again soon, and please, don’t pay any attention to the topic.
Well, swampy may be cured of the grumpies but I’m fast overtaking him. The object of my grumpiness can be seen here Our weather forcasters are saying that even if the projected path moves in either direction, ol’ Frances is packing tropical storm force winds for 200 miles in either direction. I really don’t think this is at all fair. :mad:
Today’s our 14th anniversary. It’s our Ivory Soap anniversary, apparently. Poor Mrs. Shibb, fourteen years of me to put up with. I lost my wedding band in Geneva, Switzerland, I think it got dropped on a bus. I don’t like to wear rings so I’m not hot-to-trot on getting a new one made up. It’s also primary election day here. I get to vote for Sonny Im (a judge candidate) just because I like the last name. Mrs. Shibb met him and said he’s sort of short and round, which is how I like my judges (also medium-rare to medium). Mrs. Shibb has a second interview with the insurance company today so she might soon have a job as an underwriter trainee. Keep your fingers crossed for her, please. Yes, I know it’s not as good a job as undewear or even underwire trainee, but it’s a start.
I am taking suggestions for tonight’s dinner (Grandma Shibb is babysitting this evening… huzzah!)
Thanks, and congrats to you two kids as well. Now, tell me, what exactly does “Many happy returns!” mean? Is that when you get gifts you don’t like but get to exchange them for better ones.
On a separate note:
How about an underhanded underwater underwire underwriter?
swampbear, are you feeling better yet? Would you like some fascinating Indian packaged food? I bought some yesterday. Haven’t opened it yet. It may not be poisonous. Very cool- shelf-stable foil packaged veggie dinner things. They’re supposed to be good.
I almost came home with a five pound chunk of palm sugar, too. Palm sugar looks neat. I went to an Indian grocery store yesterday- can you guess?
Many happy returns, Shibb! I have only been married for a very little while myself, so I don’t think Mr. Lissar is absolutely sick of me yet. That’s good. It means he will keep making me tea.
Tea is the basic staff-of-life beverage around here. Doesn’t matter what the temperature is, we always want nice, hot tea, with lots of sugar in it.
Underwear trainee? Wouldn’t that be a toddler in those things that look like diapers but you can pull em up like big people underwear? Y’all know what I’m talking about? Those things that look like boxer/briefs/diapers.
Lissla you went to an Indian store and bought Indian MRE’s? :eek: I’ve had some of those MRE’s. Interesting stuff.
Oh and to all you anniversary celebrators, congrats! Many happy returns! May the force be with you! Fuzzy slippers or a new iron may not be the best choices for gifts. Shibb I think you should take Mrs. Shibb to a nice sit down place for dinner. You know, like Shoney’s or Denney’s. Heck, if you tell em it’s your anniversary you might even get free cake. It’s worth a shot.
Puggy I’ll huff and puff a lot to see if we can keep Frances away from Flahrdee. Speaking of hurricanes, did we just skip right over the D and E one this year? I don’t member anything being said about D and E. It was Bonnie and Charlie, then Frances got mentioned then Gaston showed up, but no D and E. Did the national place that makes up hurricane names forget D and E this year, I wonder?
-swampbear(less grumpy today cause the shortcake helped)
See, I’m northwest of Flahrdee, so when I’m huffin’ and puffin’ I’m blowin’ the hurricane southeast back out into the Atlantic. If I do it right, it just goes back to the ocean and maybe just goes away without hittin’ anybody. I don’t want it to hit the Carolinas cause they’ve already been hit by a couple or three of ‘em, so they don’t need more either. I could blow it back to Cuba but I really ain’t got nuttin’ against the Cubans so I don’t wanna do that. I don’t want it to hit Jamaica or Bermuda or The Bahamas cause I’m goin’ on a cruise in October and goin’ to those places, so I don’t want em all messed up. So, I’m just gonna huff and puff it back into the Atlantic. How’s that?
Now that I think about it I seem to recall Danielle. Still don’t remember the E one though. Maybe that one showed up while I was in Ioway and worried about tornadoes. They don’t name tornadoes. I guess that’s cause they just kinda show up without giving lots of warning first like hurricanes and tropical storms do. We get those mid to late afternoon “popcorn” storms here. Lots of time we can see em building up. Maybe I’ll start naming those. If I see one starting this afternoon I’ll name it Alsace. I’ll let y’all know if it happens.
