I'm home today for a wonderfully long weekend. I must have gotten my body used to getting up at 5:30 because as soon as Jay left for work, I was up and going. I put together bags and boxes of just things I wanted to freecycle and craigslist. One bag ended up being a mix of stuff, so I listed it as "Bag of random goodies".
Within an hour, I had a response: "I would love your goodies."
Should I tell Jay that I'm apparently putting my goodies out on craigslist? And for free, no less?
One of my errands this morning was to go back and pick up this awesome, fairly large folkart painting of a rooster for the kitchen I found the other day. When I sent Jay a picture of it, he responded, "How many parties before someone makes a comment about the huge cock in our kitchen?" My mom's comment? "At least there's one huge cock in the house."
Should I tell Jay that my mom is commenting on the cocks in the house? Because really, as much as I love my mom, she just should not be making reference to any cocks that may or may not involve my husband. Not a conversation I'm about to have with my mother. Nope, not gunna do it.
Ok, back to the more respectable world of Dora and fresh raspberries. Mmmm...raspberries.





My name is erika-renee, but call me eka - pronounced "eh-ka." I'm suddenly somehow 32, though I still love pigtails and overalls and silly, happy things. I live north of Boston, and I'm happily married to
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