Monday, February 14, 2011
Valentines day for the Queen
I really feel sorry for the hubs when it comes to these type of holidays...he tries so hard to get me something I would love but I am a pain when it comes to presents.
Because I make jewelry he has decided I don't need more...even though I point out diamonds, sapphires and rubies are always welcome...
I am usually on some diet or other, really don't like cut flowers and after the 'mu-mu' incident, he is forbidden to buy me clothes.
Yup, I have become my mother!
But this got me thinking of other professions and how it would be living with them.
Like the professional chef whose family would really love to eat Capt. Crunch for dinner and for god sake does every freakin' meal have to have a sprig of parsley???
The Dr. or Nurse's kids who never can really enjoy that scabbed up knee or elbow.
The police officer's kids who secretly rip off every tag on every pillow and mattress in the house.
And the guy who owns a dollar store franchise...you can bet his kids are wishing they had some high priced, made in this country, named brand shampoo once in a while.
So while the coblers kids have no shoes, and the mechanic's car is a hoopty with duct tape holding the trunk down, we can all be assured someone out there has it a lot worse...