Cleaning house.
I LOVE this card.
The fact that I have it taped to one of the glass panes of my kitchen door goes a long way in explaining why my house was not chosen for the celebrated “Cape Elizabeth Kitchen Tour” which will be taking place in a few short weeks.
I found this little treasure 5 years ago. I recall putting it up on the fridge of the first house we were renting when we moved to Maine. I had a date one day, one of the first men I met in Portland, and as he walked through my kitchen, he passed the refrigerator with this card tacked upon it, and he said in a very concerned, almost fatherly voice,
“Oh Sandi…you don’t mean that.”
To which I smiled and said, ”Why yes, I do, Mr. Humor-Deficiency.”
Ok, I didn’t actually say the Mr. Humor-Deficiency part, but it was on the tip of my tongue.
If I recall, he was also the same guy who reprimanded me (and was, apparently, highly disappointed in me) for feeding my children doughnuts one fine Saturday morning. I mean, it was something that occurred every 2 or 3 months. It wasn’t like I was feeding them doughnuts every day.
Lighten the hell up!
The house cleaning comment, along with the doughnut comment, goes a long way in explaining why he was soon after deleted from my cell phone memory.
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