I had to bribe my kid this morning. She wanted to do a tickle fight. I hate being tickled. Hate it. I causes me anxiety. I think I’ll blame my brother, who is older and I’m sure tortured me as a kid.

So I told Elle that if she made and brought me a cup of coffee I’d do a tickle fight with her. Yes, I’m *that* mom. Bribe my kid for quality time and memories.

Anyhow, my kid is a doll and quickly agreed. Not only did she bring me coffee, she also brought me a cute note.

Note stated: YOUR THE BEST!

My first response was, “Awwwww, so sweet. I love you.”

My next response was, “Oh honey, let me show you something.”

And the note became a spelling lesson.

You are = You’re

Here’s proof that I’m a horribly critical mom!

Please use a mirror to look at the image. Image also shows that I can’t get my iPhone to send emails and I had to use my MacBook Pro Photo Booth to snap the shot. And Photo Booth apparently only takes photos backwards. My kid DOES NOT write her words backwards. She’s not that talented.

Tags: kid, notes, spelling

This Wino Wednesday post was inspired by my new house pour….Yellow Tail Shiraz-Cabernet. So delicious. So inexpensive. So worth my time. So worth sharing. (Photo is courtesy of the Yellow Tail website.)

I had a lovely evening drinking wine and hanging out with a friend (who, by the way, brought me dinner). We enjoyed a few glasses of wine. And by few, I mean heavy handed pours of my house wine. My friend and I chatted. We laughed. Friend left my house.

Then the worst thing EVER happened.

I went upstairs to wash my face. I set my phone  on the bathroom counter. Hell, I’m never more than two feet away from it. I reached over to grab it. It slipped out of my hands. It fell on my cushy bathroom rug.

It shattered.

And left me with this face…

Suddenly I hate my hands for being slippery. I hate my iPhone for being fragile. I hate my bathroom rug for not being made of feathers. I hate my iPhone cover for not protecting it. I hate my iPhone for leaving glass shards in my hand. I hate drinking for causing clumsiness.

I hate…wait, I don’t hate anything!

Shit happens. (Although I still think the sad look in the photo is justified.)

Now I just wonder what I did before I had this piece of equipment. Hell, it’s only been in my life for a few years but it feels like I couldn’t live without it. Is there anything you have that you can’t imagine surviving without (besides other human beings)?

P.S. For those who care, I have an appointment at the Apple store to get  a replacement at 10:10 am today. Twelve hours is long enough for me to be without this appendage.

Wino Wednesday…this weekly feature is designed to share my wine alcohol related stories.

Tags: broken, hate, iPhone

This next statement may sound surprising. But it’s true.

Sometimes it’s just too big!

I could be speaking about a few things. Hair, gut, ass and serving size. Those things can definitely be found too big.

But what I saw over the weekend was added to the list. This is a house in Salt Lake City which I pass often. It’s just down the road from my liquor store.

The water features at this modest size house are ridiculously big.

Anyhow, the lesson here is…to scale people. Make it to scale.

Tags: size, tacky