fortune Cookie

We decided to have Chinese food the other night. We didn’t have any idea what to make for dinner. The weather was gloomy and cold so we didnt feel like dressing up and going out, so Chinese pick up was the perfect solution.

I’m sharing this story because an odd thing happened.

During dinner we talked about our day, and our future. The same ol things we chat about over dinner often. During our table talk, my husband started complaining about the weather and how it just makes him feel lazy and all he wants to do on days like this is eat and lay around. 

He likes to be active. He works hard keeping up a couple yards a week and when its raining hes stuck inside and after a day or two, he just looses his mojo.

He said he doesn't feel like he can get anything done.

Winter weather makes him feel depressed and lazy.

Yea me too.

As we were finishing our dinner and complaining about the lack of energy we have been having, we tore into our dessert fortune cookies. 

Now, let me just add, I do not believe in that fortune telling mumbo jumbo, but we have fun reading aloud our fortune. 

Mine just said I was smart and good looking or something like that [grin]. 

But when Nick cracked open his fortune, we laughed at what it said....

Now isn’t that just a coincidence? 

Vintage Mugs

Happy Sunday yall! Guess what I did today after church.....

Absolutly nothing! It’s cold and damp with a pesky drizzling rain. It's just iky. 

I told my husband it was a great day to snuggle on the couch and watch Hallmark movies and he screamed, “no please! Dont put me in Hallmark hell!” So, now im alone in my recliner, he's flipping the channels and im trying to blog. Hes hyper and will not be still over there on his couch.  Im fixing to take my ipad to the other room if he doesn’t settle for a nap soon. 

Ok, let me back up a bit. 

Last night I mentioned to my husband that I’m looking for a couple of the old metal vintage mugs. No reason really. I just wanted a couple. They remind me of my grandmaw. She was always seen drinking coffee from her metal mug. I always called them camping mugs.

When I came in from church, I noticed my sweet dear husband (which is over there popping his legs and stretching) had me two lovely little mugs sitting on the counter. “Perfect! I said with excitement. I was so thrilled.

 

He found them in some of his dads estate. 

After we ate some lunch, I put the dishes, along with the mugs in the dishwasher. I sat by the diswasher like a kid waiting on a teddy bear to get out of the dryer. They cleaned up well. They are so darn cute I wanted to share them with you. 

Oh for heaven sake....im going in the other room to blog...hes making faces at me now and I can’t concentrate! Gosh I love him though. After all, he did find me these adorable mugs.

I have now put in a request for two little hooks to hang these little stinkers over my coffee bar. He could be doing that right now but he just said its supper time....So I have chineese food to call in. 

I’ll blog more later. Right now, I can’t even..