Warning before reading this post: Today was an unusually productive day for me. Inspired by the fact that my younger son (YS) is turning a year and that we will be having family and out of town guests coming for his birthday party on Saturday, I decided that spring cleaning was in order. Yeah right! Really what happened was I realized that Saturday is only 6 days away (the party is actually Sunday but I think pretty much everyone is coming on Saturday) and that I better get my act together! The house actually is in pretty decent shape, but the yard work is overwhelming as usual. When my first moved to our house, I thought our yard looked like how I always imagined that The Secret Garden looked. I wish I could say just like in the book, that my garden was transformed to a beautiful garden. That is not the case although over the years I have planted a bunch of flowers and also lilac bushes. The problem is getting rid of the other stuff that the previous owners planted. I cleaned up the kitchen, including washing all the shelves of the fridge due to a spill, and picked up the dinning room in the morning. When YS was sleeping, I gave OS some watercolor paints and did some weeding right outside our side door. While the boys were napping, I did a bunch of weeding pulling, digging and clipping. Then after dinner I did some more. Somewhere in between I put an awesome playhouse together that my parents got the boys.
This evening I headed off to the Y. It was pretty uneventful but I did notice when I was lifting weights in front of the mirror that my sweatpants were getting big. I should probably also add that although these are not technically maternity pants, they are the pants that I wore during my whole second pregnancy. Fortunately, they have been big on me for a while, but now they're even bigger. I was pretty excited about it. When I got home I told the Big Giraffe my good news. (I may just possibly have also added that I looked frumpy due to said clothes being large and thus immediately needed to go shopping for some new workout clothes.) The Big Giraffe responded by saying that I look like him; he also wears really large sweatpants to workout in. That was not the response I was looking for. The Big Giraffe than proceeded to try to explain his reasoning and ended up digging himself into a hole that was even bigger than the holes I dug today when gardening. Here's a little reminder for you, Big Giraffe: Personal Trainer!
A. Elliot's Lesson Learned: Digging holes for gardening is good; digging holes because you don't know how to give your wife a compliment is not. Labels: Humor (at least Attempted) |
Okay Alex. Let's "dig" a little further into the facts here. Had I bought clothing for you that was 2 or 3 sizes too large, I am confident that you would have perceived it to be a mortal insult. The sweatpants in question are not too big because I choose to wear them that way or because I have gone down 3 pants sizes. Rather, they are that size because you believed I was substantially larger than I am and gave me the overlarge garments as a gift.
I did not claim that you looked like me. I claimed that the clothing fit you similarly to the way clothing that is 2+ sizes too large fits me. I think that is a compliment.