It's simple, really, but I think you will agree. My husband and sons are going fishing early in the morning with my brother in law and some nephews. I am so happy they are going. It is such a good thing for them and they enjoy it so much. I'm very supportive. Very. Tonight, as I was on my way out the door to run a few errands my husband had a request,
"Will you pick up some wax worms for us?"
My eyebrows pinched themselves.
Some what? Where do I buy worms? (Oh, yuck)
"At the pet store."
How many? (wince) What do they look like? (wince, wince)
"They'll know, and just get a small deli container. You know, like the size of a hummus container."
"Mama's getting the worms?" Simeon asked in disbelief.
I got those worms--in their little deli container thingie. I am even hosting them overnight in my fridge. (wince, wince) My eyebrows are still pinched.
Why don't they ever ask me to pick up flowers?