i found the boys a piano!...it's nothing fancy, dinged more than a bit here and there, but it's an upright and has a nice sound despite not having been played or tuned in quite some time...
it should be delivered some time this week!...now let's see how much they love the piano when they have to practice each day...my money is still on them...we'll see...
valentine's day is tomorrow which really on a scale of one to whatever is a what. ever...i've got my own valentine's history that i'm sure ought to be whipped up into some sort of pathetic and maudlin short story...
and even now in a happily married relationship i have to say valentine's day still fails to get my heart to racin'...though i am not alone in my apathy...
case in point, the following conversation took place this weekend before the lord of the ring ditched us once again for sunnier climes...
"i didn't do a thing for you this year"
"for what?"
"for valentine's day"
"oh, well at least you aren't breaking with tradition"
"yeah, i'm a bad husband about that, but at least i'm consistent"
"you're not a bad husband...you know i am too cheap to appreciate you spending a wad of money having flowers delivered, my days of eating pounds of chocolates were over about 30 pounds ago, and i don't know that i even like wearing jewelry...what else is there?...plus you're not even going to be here which i think technically leaves you off the hook...i'm not sure, but that might be the rule"
"you're the perfect girl for me"
that's me...at least in this respect i'm as low maintenance as a new formica counter...but don't worry, i put him through the ringer in other areas...it all balances out...
BUT it cannot be totally ignored this year because wingman is in need of 17 valentine's for his class tomorrow...
oops...
the deal is that valentines around here, if they happen at all, are a homemade affair...i've never liked the prepackaged ones, even when i was a kid...frankly, they creeped me out...
i just think even though it's a commercial holiday and one i don't particularly celebrate, it is ostensibly about love...thoughtfulness...you know, all that crap...and doing nothing more than signing your name at the bottom of some creepy valentine and then passing them out, some not even addressed individually, somehow misses the mark...
so in the past when the duke needed the requisite batch of valentines i gathered all the pink and red and white paper and glue and glitter and we made them...
this year?...well i kinda spaced it and can i say i don't even have one piece of red construction paper?...
so now it comes down to the craft store vs. target the day before valentines day...because despite my issues with boxed valentines given the amount of time and work making valentines entails it could definitely go either way...i've compromised my irrationally set and precariously perched principles for less...
i'll keep you posted...
in other news the duke did very well at baseball tryouts yesterday...the lord of the ring said he was solidly in the middle of the pack...not a bad ranking for someone who's never played and only became obsessed three months ago...
and now he is sick with the fever and cough wingman had and is on the couch...school has been replaced by spongebob square pants and whatever else he can scare up on the television...
which i hope settles the myth that homeschooled kids still have to do school when they're sick...
they don't...
but their mothers still do...
le sigh...
x.
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