In the Strathconn household, we don’t always go wild on the weekends.  Tonight we ate at the Chelsea and now we are doing our “parallel play” thing both on our laptops watching CSI/Without a Trace.

I don’t have anything interesting to tell.  This afternoon was parent/teacher conferences, but I only had 2.  Neither of them terribly productive.  One parent is too overbearing and pushy with her kids.  The other couple is too stupid to help their child.  I have 3 more on Monday.

Last night when I was getting in bed T looked rather sheepish laying there.  I asked him what was up.  He told me his legs had felt a little chapped so he rubbed some moisturizer on them.  Then he put on his pajamas and climbed into bed.  When he got into the bed his thighs “squished together making a cool mint sandwich with his dangly bits as the filling”.  And that’s when I walked in.  I fell over on the bed laughing and said, “I am so blogging that.”  I’ll bet he could do an ad for them.

Random fact: I once rubbed my husband’s (afore mentioned) Gold Bond Medicated Lotion on my bum and was convinced that people could see the cool tingling sensation I was feeling.