"I am a delicate flower"!
My husband always laughs when I say it. Usually the rest of the conversation goes something like this:
"I am!"
"Honey...."
"What? I am! You don't think I am? Why do you always laugh..or roll your eyes when I say this? I suppose you think I'm a bulldog?"
"No, Jen. Not a bull dog but a delicate flower? Come on."
I swear, I have no idea what he is talking about. I am actually offended in some way when we have this conversation as though there couldn't really be some middle ground in which I fit. Then, when I sit back for a moment I am totally intrigued by just how awesome it would be to be a delicate flower or a bulldog...or a pit viper or Martha Stewart or very regal, or groovy, or a porcupine....well...you get the picture. Fortunately I am one of those people who can see beauty and hilarity in most things, unfortunately I am one of those people you would like to throw off a bus if you ever have the pleasure of going out to dinner with me because EVERYTHING just looks so darn good that it's really, truly (I wouldn't lie here) impossible to decide what to order.
Simply, I am a housewife with many interests, a few stories and a little time to journal some of my favourite and not so favourite things. Mostly food, I think (cue "favourites") and my family adventures and our quest for a healthy, happy life....and world peace...just kidding (not that I am against world peace, only I was having a Miss Universe moment and sort of went with it).
