Boy A is "The Man"

Boy A made a wonderful, delicious dinner last night. Spaghetti and meatballs, Cesar salad and peppermint ice cream with hot fudge sauce. He planned the menu, looked up the recipes, guided the shopping trip and made most of the meal. Granted he would not put his hands in the meat mixture to form the meatballs and he asked for some help here or there, but he did a great job, made a fantastic dinner and I am very, very impressed. He gets a gold star.

This age is so interesting, he veers between being an angel and a devil, sometimes the shift is just minutes apart.

I was catching up on my blogs last night and saw that Vast Verandah dissed my loved Crocs. She posted a picture of a pair of manly orange Crocs walking (on some man’s feet) around the National Zoo, saying no woman should allow a man to leave his house dressed in Crocs. The good news is even though Hubby loves his orange Crocs he would not leave the house with them one. He too things they are way too ugly to be worn in public. I love my Crocs! Both pairs. I have the blue “professional” Crocs and the purple everyday ones. I continually have to talk myself out of buying a third and fourth pair, I mean they have pink, lime green, bright yellow. How is a girl to limit herself to just blue and purple? And I wear them frequently. They make a statement. Of course it is a different statement to everyone who sees them, but to me they say I am me. I am free to dress, think and feel in a way that makes me happy. And wearing Crocs makes me happy.