Kids in 25 years: You've ruined our lives and we'll be in therapy forever!
Me in 25 years: Yeah, well at least I wasn't the mother who drove you around in a minivan with rabbit ears.
(as seen today on the way to Juniorette's school, where yesterday they gave her a peanut butter candy -she's allergic - and then called and told me she was allergic to the visiting duck.)
I'm planning a piece of art for Husband that involves an antique something of wood and two fabrics. I gave him the website of the best fabric store around and asked him to choose some fabrics that he liked, not ot deliberate and just go with his gut. I can't believe he picked pink - he swears it wasn't because of my tastes and that if I thought it were, then I didn't know him very well. uh, ok!