Oh What a Clumsy Morning

Yesterday morning I was making breakfast as always for my husband before he goes to work. I was stacking up some dirty dishes and broke a glass. I thought it was just on the counter, but then stepped on a piece on the floor. I then spilled the grease from the skillet on the counter and the floor. The clean-up is still not complete. (Let's just make sure everyone knows this happened around 6:15 AM) After I told James about my problems, I was taking a drink of water, had a little problem getting it down and spit it out all over the both of us and the floor. I decided I would make myself a cup of hot chocolate and hope it didn't spill, which it didn't! I guess sometimes you just can't be smooth enough in the early morning hours of the day.

My Parents

I remember Dad showing Mom tough love. For example, a goodbye hug may have often been too tight for comfort and Mom yelped out in fake pain and frustration. Every time Dad found a straight pin, he would stick Mom with it and ask, "Is this sharp?" Mom again would yelp out in pain. Mom often said to me in moments of aggravation, "I don't know why I ever married your Dad." I've been told since then that he was a good catch. They would occasionally hold hands in the front seats of the van. I always thought it was sweet. As the kids got older, Mom and Dad would go out to supper alone and then on vacations without us.
This has nothing to do with the romantical relationship, but one time Dad told me to get Mom to help us for "a few minutes" while we were moving calves. Mom came out dressed for a few minutes in the cool autumn air, not a few hours. When we finally were finished hours later, Mom was a little mad. I'm guessing this was one of the times when she said, "I don't know why I married your Dad." I guess she should have learned to be prepared for any situation.
Dad never complained about the food Mom made. He ate potato soup and roast beef for years, even though they weren't his favorites. When I made something Dad didn't like, he let me know it and not so discretely.
They cared for each other a great deal, but showed it in their own special way, at least in front of us kids. Many tricks were played on Mom and I don't think she really minded a bit.