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Sometimes playing tricks on your mom isn’t the nicest thing to do, now is it?

So a few years ago we were on a family vacation. You know, me and 6 males…. In Estes Park….which I love and adore. Anyway, in order to up the female count, I invited a good friend of mine’s daughter to join us for a few days. The boys had grown up vacationing with my friends’ family, but my friend and her family had moved to Colorado. I love and adore her kids, and one daughter was free to come up to Estes for a few days. So of course I jumped at inviting her. I ALWAYS enjoy females along on our vacations!

Anyway, back to the story. The Photography One and Good Friend’s Daughter head into town. They show up later. Looking sheepish. Then I notice The Photography One has a bandage on his arm. With a small spot of blood. Not one to over react…much I’m like “Oh. My. Gosh!!! What happened???” I notice TEARS in his eyes. What is that peeking out of the bandage?? What the heck? Is that a TATTOO poking out of the edge of the bandage?! Then Good Friend’s Daughter turns around and there is a TATTOO on her back. They are both keeping their distance from me…

I’m thinking:
1) Good Friend is going to KILL me. Look what I let her baby do!
2) They did a crappy job on the tattoos
3) I’m so dead.
4) This is a tourist town. Oh. My. Gosh. Germs. Disease! Blood!
5) Good Friend is going to KILL ME DEAD.

I get ready to launch into my “how can you be this irresponsible” speech. Coupled with “your mother is going to kill you.” When, all of a sudden, I realize they are both crying…only….it’s from laughing so hard.

So I look again. Getting a bit closer to The Photography One. Feeling sure of myself I smack The Photography One right on his arm on his bandage. Yep. Just as I suspected. A temporary tattoo. (ketchup on the bandage).

The jerks!! I was not amused. Okay, so I did laugh after the fact. Kind of. After I calmed down with a beverage of choice. Or two. So do your kids ever play pranks on you? Stupid Male Tricks…

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Do nice little things for your wife. Yes, it’s that simple. Do nice, unexpected little things.

Story here:

So I go get in my car…and I’m thinking, “Wow, that lavender by the front door smells really great.”

I do love the lavender growing by my front door. It makes me smile every time I walk in or out. I love sitting on the front step, enjoying the fragrance.

Well, anyway, I’m driving away and I’m thinking “Whoa! I can still smell that lavender.” Then I think to myself, “Self, you so should NOT still be able to smell that lavender. No way.”

Being the smart cookie that I am, I stop, get out, and look all around in my car. See what I found!

SuperGuy had cut some of the lavender and put it in a box in the back of my car. My car smells so lovely! What a nice surprise. Really, it is SO easy to keep a wife happy. More men should figure this out!

My car smells wonderful. Now I must find a way to repay his kindness

(the June Photo of the Month Contest will be up tomorrow. Be sure to drop by and vote!)

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Wow, there really is no place like home. You know that feeling right as you’re opening the door? Like everything is just right?

It just smells like home. The faint scent of lavender as I walk to the front door. I love opening my red front door and pushing inside.

Pink and Green ignore me for a bit to punish me for leaving them alone. (If you missed the post of how Pink and Green got their names, click on the link…)

Finally back to my beloved iMac. I hate editing photos on my Macbook. Even though I love my Macbook, it’s just hard to know if I’m getting the photos too light or dark on my Macbook, and it really chugs along trying to run Photoshop. I’m back to my nice big screen and powerful computer. With my stuff surrounding me. Ah.

Back to my birds. They missed me. I know they did.

This time I got a wee bit obsessive…um, organized. That’s the word.As soon as we got home I unloaded the car, unpacked the suitcase…and hid the suitcases in the extra bedroom. I want no reminders of being gone. I just want to be home, home, home. Where everything feels right, and safe, and, well…the same. As much fun it is to share an apartment with my son part time. And of COURSE I’ll miss Charlie…but I’m so glad to be home. We’ve been gone way too much lately. Yes, Dorothy, there is no place like home. I truly think I’m a homebody at heart. How about you? Are you a homebody? An explorer? Something in between?

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