I am really horrible at this post every day thing.  Seriously, the last few days, any free time I’ve had in the evening after the boys are in bed, I end up falling asleep on the couch. I wake up and think, “Darnit, there’s another day gone by I didn’t post.”  That’s pretty pathetic of me isn’t it? But it’s like my connection to the outside world these days, considering that I don’t get off the couch much with 3 month old twins constantly attached to me.

Dave had Monday off and had asked me a couple days earlier if I minded if he went golfing. I didn’t mind really but when I had been having a bad day, I was literally jealous that he could do those things. He said, as most men would, that he doesn’t want me to hold it over his head. WHAT??!! I told him I just wanted him to understand. He even mentioned that it didn’t seem right for him to go. But he did. And it’s okay. My time will come.

In other news, my mom came back from my sisters with a box of Peanut Butter Patties. If you’re a fan of said Peanut Butter Patties, then you know what I’m talking about. You can’t get them in stores, that is unless they’re bought from a little girl wearing green, sitting at a card table in front of the store. Oh did they ever hit the spot and satisfy the lingering sweet tooth I had. Thanks Mom and thanks to my neice, Chelsey, the Girl Scout.