Mome reads Mommy, My daughter's way to spell it when she was younger... It stuck. My son calls me Mome... just like it looks. I now sign all my notes to them "Love, Mome". It's our inside secret and makes them smile. I always want them to smile.

Monday, March 22, 2010

I Have a Ghost and It's Messing with the Wrong Person

I have a ghost. It has to be a ghost. This ghost is messing with the wrong woman. Let me explain...

Last night I was finally relaxing trying to catch up on some recorded shows that I missed last week while I was out of town. Everyone was in bed. I was alone downstairs, on the couch, watching Fast Forward and sipping on a glass of wine. My stemless wine glass was sitting on a cushioned ottoman in front of me. All was quiet except for the TV. Then I heard a "ting"... like the ting of a small pebble hitting a window...except it was closer. Upon closer investigation I saw this...

Yep. That's my stemless wine glass. Out of nowhere it just cracked? I'm not buying that. It's only been hand washed (due to our dishwasher not working for the last two years) and there is no excuse for this.

Dear Ghost,

I'm not afraid of you and don't mind if you hang around but you must follow some house rules:

1. 9pm and after is ME time, as in Momma time, as in leave me alone with my wine, quiet time. If you have problems sleeping take some sleeping pills and work it out.

2. My wine and wine glasses are off limits. Mess with anything else you'd like, clean the house, wash some dishes, do some laundry, build with Legos, whatever, just stay. away. from. the wine.

Follow these simple rules and we'll get along just fine.


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