That last (next) post was poking fun at ME not Hubs. I did it to myself. It caused me great amusement. I did not mean to drag down my spouse at all. He knows that. But I'm not sure everyone else does. I just wanted to be clear on that. He brought me roses and peanuts (to go with my corn candy). Our birthdays aren't that big around here on a good year, that's why it was ok for me to experiment.
I appear to have offended Disney Grandparents. Although I contend that I graduated college Summa Cum Laude, I'm smart enough to NOT do my griping about my in-laws on a blog that they read, that I was only telling a story, someone thinks I was telling on them. I didn't think I was complaining. I thought I was sharing an interesting quote that happened to show up on my daily calendar after a particularly fun weekend of eating a lot of junk. Which I let my kids do when the DGs are in town. Also known as the Romans.
So to clarify: DGs did NOT give my kids pop. They gave them donuts, cotton candy, pizza, chicken nuggets, french fries, frosties, espinaca, and chips and salsa. I, yes I, gave them the pop. To go with the pizza. I am the villain.
And lest this post is also offensive, I will now stop.
So laughing here (not at anyone but myself).