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No Really, Business Travel is Hard.

At dinner one night last week the kids were completely out of control.  They were yelling, laughing, falling out of their chairs and the noise was deafening.

I looked at my husband across the table and he motioned toward his beer, "Do you want a beer?" he offered.

"No." I told him.  "A Martini.  At Ink48."

He laughed.  "Is that in Boston?" he asked. 

"No." I answered.  "MANHATTAN."

He laughed for 15 minutes.

 

Look Out Below

In my head we're going to be moving.

Oh, I don't know where we're going yet - it could be as close as a quarter mile, it could be more like 2000 miles but I know that when I start to dream, I have to make it happen.  And my latest dream is that all of my children have their own room.  I also had a particularly erotic dream recently about Brad Pitt so someone should give Angelina fair warning.

But I digress...

With the thought in my head that we'll be moving I've been moving through the house lately with an eye toward getting rid of things we don't need.  Old computer manuals? Gone.

A bag full of gift bags and recycled tissue paper? Recycled.

And a TON of clothing that my children have either outgrown, stained or shredded beyond repair? Packaged up in a bag at the top of the stairs.

I had to bring the bag down - but it was heavy.  I could just send it over the edge I figured - it was soft.

But heavy.

"Look out below." I called.

As I reached for the bag to push it over it occurred to me that I live with two boys.  Two boys who often do exactly the OPPOSITE of what my carefully worded statements are meant to get them to do.

So I paused.  And in the time it would have taken for that HEAVY bag of outgoing laundry to crash down the stairs two boy's heads popped out into the staircase.

Just as I yelled, "I SAID 'LOOK OUT!'  not 'COME LOOK!'"

 

Summer Toes Winner!

Thank you to everyone who entered.  I loved reading all 138 comments and seeing all of the fabulous people you would share your prize with if you won.  Your friends and families are lucky to have you.

Unfortunately I could only choose one winner (this time.)

Congratulations to Saintlov and her sister!

"I would take my sister, I was just diagnosed with RA and she's gotten the brunt of the work I haven't been able to manage with my reduced mobility! Plus, I can't manage to do my feet!"

I'm hoping to use the money I make from advertising to do more giveaways so please keep stopping by (and encourage your friends to do the same!!!)

Thanks for entering.

Love,

Kit

SUMMER TOES and Pedicure Giveaway

Today my daughters and I got "Summer Toes."

What are "Summer Toes" you ask?

Well in New England Memorial Day generally heralds in the nice weather.  It's also the weekend most people open their summer homes and pool and put their boats in the water so Memorial Day DEFINITELY means "Summer" here.

It's also my daughter's birthday weekend.

For the past few years I've been planning to take my daughters to get their "first pedicures" at a salon down the street.  I haven't had a pedicure since my wedding ten years ago and the salon does kids pedicures (polish only) for $10 so I figured it would be a great way to celebrate the start of summer.

But money has been tight and so has our calendar so it's never happened.

Until today.

We had nothing planned and I made a sale at work that gave us a little extra cash so I called an made an appointment.  The girls LOVED it.

I loved it too.

I'm not going to lie.  It wasn't as relaxing as going without children, but the smiles on the girl's faces were totally worth it.

And it turns out that I had a gift card to the salon that I'd totally forgotten about so I still have a little bit of spare cash.  So in an effort to share the wealth, I'm going to give away TWO pedicures ($70) for you and a friend to go get your own "Summer Toes."

So just leave a comment telling me who you'd invite and you're entered to win.

Winners will be chosen Wednesday morning.

I hope it's you!

Love,

Kit

I Was Taking His Advice, Geesh!

Last night I called my husband from NYC in a panic.

"I'm pretty sure I'm having a nervous breakdown." I told him and went on to explain how I was overwhelmed by the work and the travel and some other personal things that have been going on.

He talked me off the ledge and then said, "You know what's good for stress?  Sex."

"Ok," I told him, looking out at the lights of New York.  "I'll call you in the morning and let you know if it helped."

"Wait, what!" he yelled.

And suddenly I was laughing.