Mirror Mirror

Ava takes any chance she can to look at herself in a mirror (a little something she learned from her father).  The other day while sitting on the potty (with no success) she asks for my hand mirror. After a few minutes of talking to herself, she gets tired of holding the mirror and in slow motion I see the mirror fall to the floor. I unfortunately was too slow (shocking, I know) and the mirror shattered. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that is was 7 years bad luck, so I just told her 7 minutes (what child really has a concept of time anyway). Meanwhile I am still serving my 42 year-bad-luck sentence. If my parents were as brilliant as me… I would have been “free” 41 years 364 days 23 hours and 18 minutes ago.  

What have I married into?

A recent conversation Wesley and I had about his favorite holiday.

Me: “Are you going to plant a tree for Arbor Day?” If any of you knew Wesley is college, he was a non-showering-frisbee throwing-tree hugging-hippie. Jokingly, asking him if he was going to participate in the “hippie” holiday, as I like to call it.

To my surprise he responded,

“Yeah, I think I will. I like Arbor Day. I think I am going to plant a Japanese maple.” I don’t know why I was surprised.

Me: “Hey I love Japanese maples! They are so pretty!”

Wesley: “They look a lot like weed…”

Me: “NO they do not! They have a burgundy color and have pretty leaves… they don’t look like weed leaves.”

Wesley: “I know what a Japanese maple looks like, we had them in our backyard when we lived in Columbia.”

Me: “Then you should know that they don’t look like weed leaves!”

Wesley: “Have you ever seen a weed leaf?”

Me: “Well, no. Have you?”

Wesley: “Yeah, we had them in our backyard when we lived in Columbia.”

What have I married into? The drug Cartel family perhaps…

*Clearly, Wesley was joking and I don’t know anyone who is involved with the Cartel, and even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you… I might get shot…