Dawn Brocco's Life and Design Blog

We're an old married couple. We have a large past, and continued present, of course!, that serves as a ripe breeding ground for mots. I think laughter is the most critical thing in a marriage - at yourself, at each other, at others, and at life in general. Ya gotta be able to laugh about it all to keep that bond going strong.

We've taken notice of the new Shamwow commercials and have begun making fun of them. So, I'm lying in bed, a bit too warm, as is likely lately, and hubby says he's thought of a new use for the Shamwows - I could line them up on my side of the bed on top of the bottom sheet, so when I get those drenching night sweats, I don't drench his new miracle foam mattress topper and bed sheets.

To which I said, that I could just stand up in the middle of the night and mop myself up with a Shamwow. But then he got grossed out about who's gonna wring out the buckets of sweat from these these things. But I said this was clean sweat, not working sweat, so it wouldn't be gross. He looks at me in amazement, as the Irish in me is always making up stories so things fit the way I'd like them!

Then, conversation makes its way to food and the children, who are no longer children. Apparently, I made terrible meatloaf, whilst they were growing up. I don't remember my meatloaf as being that bad (actually I don't remember it all all - it was only meatloaf, for pete's sake!), but they all do.

Hubby remembers a specific repeated interaction with my son, who, as he sat down to dinner, asked who made the meatloaf. So pleased was he when hubby had made it, but if the answer was, mother, he'd go, Oh, and slip down a bit in his seat.

So we were remarking about how we enjoy cooking and fine dining (when we can afford it) and remembering certain really nice meals we've had in the past at the Culinary Institute in Hyde Park, but how this appreciation for good food hasn't rubbed off onto the children, yet, anyway. Til we realized it's probably my meatloaf's fault!