Priorities, Schmiorities

I spend a great deal of my leisure time ignoring my husband while playing on the computer, talking to YOU people. He'll bounce into my office at home, asking me if I want to go to Starbucks, or go to Tiffany's so I can "pick something out", or tell me that his alien abduction is scheduled for 10pm and not to wait up, and I invariably reply: "Did you say something?"

And yet, he still supports my blogging. And burps my computer when it's gassy.

I came back from L.A. recently and he had designed and ordered these for me:

I know!

Just for that, I think I will have dinner with him tomorrow, rather than throwing whatever gourmet meal he's spent hours preparing onto a plate and taking it into my office. I might even remove the DO NOT DISTURB sign hanging outside my office door.


* * * NGIP SHOUT OUT * * *

Mahala over at Hidden Mahala lives in a place called Frog Pond Holler. Which makes for great blog fodder. When was the last time you read something like, "Who puts loose weiners in the freezer?". For a good laugh, head over to her post entitled, Freezer Surprises and Wrestling Matches. Thank you, Mahala for adding NGIP to your blog roll!