Parking Lot: 1 Andrew: 0

I think Andrew broke a mirror 2 years ago and he never told me. Most of you can recall our eventful spring of 2008: Kidney stones, root canals, a car accident all in 2 weeks and the list goes on and on. I thought we were in the clear till about 2 weeks ago. He started talking about major tooth pain and yadayada. Next thing I know, I'm schlepping him to the dentist, the pharmacy and the endodontist several times in a week. He's been recovering and it's nice to have him back on his feet. Literally. He has slept through most of the last 8 days.
So we go out tonight for a bite of food. We paid, walked back to the car talked about the music Jersey Mike's Subs was playing. Then out of the corner of my eye, I watch as Andrew twists his ankle stepping off the curb, stumbles, does a full somersault and lands flat on his back in the middle of the parking lot. Really? Yes. Remember that he is 6 foot 2 and the ground is a looong ways away from his forehead. It was a looong fall! Before he took his fall of shame, he threw my my sub (missing the oily spot) and chips to the ground. He broke his fall with his right knee (now bloody) and hands (only a little bloody). For real. Can we get a break here? When we got back in the car, he said it was revenge for me throwing his cake on the sidewalk 4 YEARS AGO. Let it go, Andrew. Let it go.

PS- We laughed about it the whole ride home.

Rissa's Birthday Dinner

Bree and I drove to Wooster tonight and had dinner with our big sister. After one round of drinks, we were laughing loud enough to make our dining neighbors give us the evil eye.
So, as is the case at every family meal, we started remembering stupid things we've said over the years. Some of the best are "Where's my straw?", "You just took a sip of my own coke!", "Point to me where I am." and "Please take off your feet!"

I happen to think some of the zingers would make great book titles... Mine would be called "Rabbit Season, Duck Season: Perpetual disagreements for the average couple"

What would yours be?
If this makes no sense, kindly ignore it. If you want to participate, leave a comment with your imaginary book title.

Just for inspiration, my Mom's would be "Where's My Straw?" because that's what she said as she stared into her glass of water, peering right down her drinking straw. Everyone else at the table could see it except her. Guess you had to be there? Yeah.

Next week's topic: What would you name your sandwich?

Amanda VS The Shower Doors

In the red corner: Amanda...lover of all things fuzzy. Her favorite color is platinum and her favorite accessory is elbow grease.

In the blue corner: The Shower Doors...keepers of the filth, grime and pure nastiness. They are literally the scum of the Earth.

Round 1:
Amanda takes on Door #1 with a vengeance and some pretty pink rubber gloves. She does a one-two punch with vinegar and scrubby sponge, only to be taken down by the sludge jammed behind the door handle.
Round 1 Winner: The Door.

Round 2:
Amanda brings on the 409, apologizing for the anti-Earth properties of the haz-mat. She thinks it is the only substance that can eradicate 2.5 years of the soapy scum.
Round 2 Winner: Amanda!

It was gross, I did it. The doors are clean, and our shower is almost in working order again. Next up, a shower re-caulking job... the entire reason the darn doors were off the track in the first place.

I won, I won, I won, I won!!!