Good Advertising.

One of the things I dread about becoming a parent is the "selling things" that seems to come with school or other organized activity. (Though seriously, I don't know many people who will turn down Girl Scout cookies, which are a much better choice than that awful Boy Scout popcorn.)

As many of Cayne's colleagues have children who are involved in school or other activities which do engage in this sort of fund raising, he often gets asked to purchase this or that thing, which we rarely do-I buy cookies when his friend Herb's daughter sells them, but that's about it.

And then, he got this e-mail today:

"My son L. is selling cookie dough and wrapping paper for his school(Blah Blah Elementary) if anyone is interested. While L. doesn't suffer from any ailments and certainly needs no sympathy, he does have a dream. The dream of winning as many cheap(possibly lead-contaminated) prizes/toys as possible. This dream is only possible through your financial support. While few of us here would see the reason behind supporting the arts or public broadcasting, I'm sure all of us can rally behind something so pure and utterly American as toy lust. So, if you're in need of a tub of cookie dough or some beautiful wrapping paper stop by my cube and place an order."

While we need neither a tub of cookie dough nor any wrapping paper at the moment, I think that sort of brutal honesty and persuasive advertisement needs to be rewarded. So I think we may purchase a tub of cookie dough, bake it off and send it back to the office, or something.

News of the Week in Review-ish

First of all, I hope all the Canadians I know are enjoying the holiday today. We had a small dinner yesterday-the two of us, tronochick and our friends Scott and Erica. Cayne bought a turkey that was much larger than we needed (four people ate turkey-I'm still off of most foods) but I ate stuffing for supper and salad.

tronochick made up a pan of candied sweet potatoes, topped with marshmallows, and at one point, Scott and Cayne decided to take over the kitchen, and sent the three of us to go sit down at the dining room table. The two of them popped the sweet potatoes into the oven, and went on their merry way. Suddenly, from my seat at the table, I saw flames in the oven. The marshmallow topped potatoes had been placed too close to the element and were on fire. No damage, just smoke everywhere and charred marshmallows.

You can see zedrikcayne's attempt at solving the problem ( if you click the cut tag. )

Had an OB visit last week, and all is fine on the inside it seems (though I'm cranky because I have heartburn, a sore back from not being able to get comfortable in bed and terrible metal mouth taste going on.) I'm sitting here reading the occasional wedding planning community post though, and wondering how in the world April could be six months away.

And I present for you, the best headline I saw last week... Mr. Potato Head in ecstasy bust

( because the text disappears )

And because I saved two other interesting articles, here they are for your perusal...

I think this one came from indigoeye

Something in the Way She Moves?
( an interesting article about 'concealed ovulation', movement and perception of the signals that are sent. And exotic dancers. )

And finally, this one from my sister in law. Dove ad delves into the ugly side of beauty

( the original has a video that's worth watching, but it'll probably go away, so for posterity, you know )

Okay, I'm going to enjoy sitting on my couch in sweats and my Socks the Cat t-shirt until my dear spouse arrives home with some dinner. Which will hopefully not make me want to barf. :)

Of Rings and Things, again

If you saw this post last week, you may remember that my someone came home and announced that he'd lost his wedding ring.

On Saturday, it turned up. And he thought he'd mention it in an oh-so-casual way. "Oh, when I was getting up this morning, I moved the pillow and saw something shiny on the bed. It was my wedding ring."

I suspect, as was suggested the other day, that it got tangled in the sheets while he was sleeping and pulled off. He's lost a little weight recently and, while it's not really enough for him to want to get his ring sized (I don't blame him either) it's probably enough that with a good tug, his ring slipped off.

And if you're wondering how it could happen in his sleep...he sleeps more deeply than anyone else I know.