Today I made 200 gift tags to attach to the treats our ward will be handing out for Fathers Day. (not to mention the 100 shower invites for next week) I tell you this because I got something for the first time to day.
It's terrible.
I got a blister on my thumb - from stamping!
I don't even really like stamping. (craft snob, remember? stamping takes too much creativity out of the piece - but for look-a-like multiples, they're great)
I have to finish a quilt binding and make three cakes this weekend. I don't have time for a blister.
Fruuuum stamping!
Which leads me to my latest giant gripe:
Which is...(drum roll)...Why on earth do we get plants for Mothers Day and the men get COOKIES!?!?
I just want to know. That's all.
Is it because us moms just don't have enough to take care of? We're just not overwhelmed enough trying to keep our kids alive, let alone a plant?!
Is it because we need more guilt in our lives? "Boy, I better not let this thing die. Then I'll really look like a bad wife."
Is it because they think we're all too fat for cookies!?
Is it because the church needs to keep nursery's across Utah in business?!
Is it because the EQ Pres. just has to stop buy Lowe's and say, "Hmm. Yup, I'll take 200 of those there geraniums."
Is it because we have too many free hands while dragging all of our kids, their books and my bags, out to the car after church?
(this post may get me in some trouble - remember, it's all in fun)
But I just want you to know that I put my vote in early this year. I told the Bishop, in a ward leadership meeting - "We want food! Not plants!"
Cookies, chocolate, candy, you name it - we'll take it. Right, ladies?! Are you with me?!
Apparently not. Nope. Not this year.
We got...(drum roll again, but much weaker)...geraniums.
There's always next year.
The RS is in charge for the men.
They're all getting a giant homemade cookie. And a pen. (pen, per request)
I voted to give them a taste of their own medicine. "Here's your plant brother Jones." But let's admit it, the flowers wouldn't make it past the front seat of their car, where they forgot to take it into the house. SO... Sister Jones would take it in, water it, and on Monday (NOT Sunday mind you) she'd plant it for him.
Yep. I forgot mine under my chair in RS this year. Too many things to carry. See how much easier a cookie would be? I wouldn't have left it anywhere. Well, anywhere except my stomach.
I'll start dreaming for next year.
If you see a woman picketing in front of a red brick church with a sign that says, "We want food, not plants!" You'll know it's just me.
3 comments:
But then the guys would have to make the cookies which would mean their wives would make the cookies which would mean more work for us! We can't win!
They heard that we stopped going to the gym...
For Mother's Day, our ward gives us the whole hour of RS to chat and the men serve us cheesecake. What do you think of that?!
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