Valentine’s Day is fast approaching, so I thought I would just re-run my hubby-love series, and all the Valentines Day posts I’ve written over the years. Than I realized I have thousands of posts, a disorganized and chaotic mess requiring a fire hose and a snow shovel, rather than a dainty swiffer sweeper.
What’s with those little, feminine things, anyway? I have yet to meet a mess that can be fixed with a swiffer sweeper. Is that for people who have like, four cat hairs on their polished hardwood floors?
I have never had four cat hairs on my polished floors, not in my home and not in my soul. Ha! And not in my love life, either. We like to say, if you’re going to make a mess, put some effort into it! No half measures, don’t be lazy! Put your whole heart into it and let them know you were there….
My family sometimes takes that a bit too seriously. I have child who just doesn’t enter a room without embracing a hurricane. She brings the storm along with her. The other day hubby asked what all noise was in our living room and I said, “she’s herding cattle.”
What was so funny was he totally accepted that answer, he simply sighed and resigned himself to the fact that there was probably a herd of cattle in our living room.
So if anyone wonders what I am up to, I am going to rework a few older posts in honor of Valentine’s Day. That’s my story anyway and I’m sticking to it.