Monday Bunday

Andy took these photos for me a couple weeks ago of a wild bun playing in our neighbor's kids play house.

My husband is still a saint...

Andy wrote this on Facebook this morning: "looking for a new printer. The 12 year old laser printer finally bit the dust!"

and then followed it up with this email to me: "Just FYI, I asked Will (brother-in-law/computer wiz) for his suggestion on which printer to get. I looked on the internet on several sights and Consumer Reports. They all rather conflict and even when they give some high marks some of the user remarks contradict themselves…."

Which got this response from me: "All I heard just now was blah, blah, blah, new cell phone for Erin, blah, blah, blah..."

Which prompted this response:

"brat."

My husband is a saint...

For Poppy's 90th birthday, Andy made a picture frame and put in a picture that I took of the whole family last Christmas. It was a joint gift. From both of us. Him and me.

We received a thank you note yesterday. It thanked Andy for the beautiful picture and frame. Said how wonderful it was. How special.

Me: He only thanked you. I mean, I took the picture. And printed it out.
Andy: I told him you took the picture.
Me: I know, but he didn't even mention that. He just said how wonderful it was that you made the frame for him. Nothing about me at all.
Andy: I don't know what to say.
Me: Everybody loves Andy! He's so helpful! He's makes things! He fixes things around the house! He's nice to everyone! My whole family likes you more than they like me!
Andy: That's not true...
Me: I should have married someone lazy and stupid.