My husband Thinks He's So Funny!

    Do you have a neutral-themed kitchen, like I do?! Well, you might find these dish towels as cute as I did! And you might get some ideas on how to make the kitchen an even cuter place to spend some time. :-)
    The header photo is a page from the article in my Country Living magazine. It's entitled "Dry Wit". The article says you can add a bit of colorful humor to your kitchen with these little dish towels. There's pictures of mason jars and teapots. One has spots on spoons. :-)) One has a detailed field guide to pots and pans. And one has a picture of egg beaters. The description says 'whip daily chores into shape with a sunny mixer motif'. Cute!...and witty!
    They have the places where you can pick up the cuties, in the magazine. So you know what that means!!....If you want them you might need to get the magazine to find out where to go shopping! :-)
    I thought these were a perfect lead in to what my hubby did this weekend. He thinks he's pretty funny too!.....And SOMETIMES he is!! LOL I'll tell you about it, but first I need to take care of some other business about the Giveaway I drew for the other day.

      As you'll remember, Cindy, of CinLynnBoutique, won...AGAIN! She was happy, but because she just won the last Giveaway a couple of weeks ago, she decided to pass this one on to the next winner. So, the second name that was pulled out of the box...just in case #1 passed on it, which she did...was...

    So, Julie G...Congratulations!! You can email me, convo me on Etsy, or tweet me on twitter to give me your address...that is, if you're interested in receiving my BIG afghan!! :-] (Scroll down to the bottom of this post to see photos of it)...I'll be announcing the new Giveaway item tomorrow. I've been putting all of your comments in the box for it already! :-)
     Okay, here's what happened...I was in on the computer, in deep concentration as I was reading your blogs and tweeting away about the football game. Then in burst hubby, looking like this...

     Now, I know you don't know him that well, so I can tell you that this is sooooooo NOT his usual dress. Not even when he's around the house! What he said when he popped through the door was: "Do I look like Pop, or what?!!!!" {"Pop" is making reference to his father!} Apparently a friend from the Kingdom Hall, our place of worship, gave him some clothes. These pants....which are a "kabillion" times too big for him! LOL...were in the bag.
    He said he tried them on and immediately knew they were too big, but they somehow looked familiar. So he went and looked at himself in the mirror and said: "Pop! Get out of there!!!"...Oh, readers, if only you knew how funny this REALLY is!!! ^_^ 
    When he stopped fooling around and just stood there in these HUGE clown pants and suspenders (which he never really wears!...He bought them as a fashion thing for somebody's wedding years ago, and has worn them maybe twice!) he looked...EXACTLY like Pop!!!! LOL

     We were laughing hysterically!!! When did that happen...that he started looking exactly like his father?!...And for that matter, when did I start looking like my grandmother?!!! ^_^ Clearly, we need to get rid of all of the mirrors in this house so we can live in delusion...in peace!!! LOL
     And I'm going to start making more time for real fun...

     ...Playing cards!! ^_^ Especially now that I know the history of my favorite "Bicycle" brand playing cards,...which I also learned from an article in my Country Living magazine! {Yes, I'm still enjoying it! :-)} Maybe if I can occupy my hubby a little more, he'll stop jumping through doors and making me laugh so hard that......! Well, you get the picture! ^_^

 In The Mirror, I See Me

The lines of history are there,
just like a book upon the shelf;
And they are written so that you see
that I'm no longer just myself.

I did not see it before now-
my mother's hair and brother's teeth,
my sister's honey-colored skin-
have stolen time, just like a thief.

The mirror's image always was
of me alone-just here and now;
But as I age, and years go by,
I see granddaddy's furrowed brow.

I see my auntie's pug, round nose;
and my uncle's sun-bleached spots.
It is amazing -one-by-one,
the way it all connects the dots.

They have written on the pages
of the book of life I see;
When I look into the mirror
I no longer just see me.

It is a thing I must accept,
instead of fighting who to be.
I will accept my life's reflection,
and I'll smile at what I see,
when, in the mirror, I see me.