Tasmiya

Husband: It was XXXX’s birthday yesterday.

Tasmiya: Did you guys get him anything?

Husband: Yeah. We all got together and bought him a Crunch bar.

Tasmiya: You ALL got together to get him a CHOCOLATE? So, what, you guys all pitched in 33c? Nice.

Husband: It was $2.20 I will have you know! XXXXX even went to check out the vending machine on the other side of the building. He saved us 10c.

Tasmiya: So what did he say when you handed it to him?

Husband: He smiled and said, “Thank you.” He hasn’t eaten it yet – it’s still on his desk.

Tasmiya: Well, it’s the thought that counts.

Husband: Exactly!

Don’t panic everyone – he isn’t really a cheapskate. He will be shouting XXXX lunch today.

So instead of writing on this blog every few days and updating my other personal scandalous blog every few minutes, I thought I would save some time and combine the two with the password protection feature. I kid! I kid! I only update the scandalous one every hour or so. In truth, I only wanted to try out the password protected thingy. It is nothing sensational, scurrilous or indecent or even that personal. I was just annoyed that a beautiful gift was carelessly dropped, sending shards of glass indiscriminately all over my floor, after having countless lectures on how some things are ONLY FOR MUMMY TO TOUCH! *sigh* I know accidents happen. I know children (and adults) sometimes break stuff but really, did it have to be MY stuff to shatter into a million and one pieces to render it beyond repair? Did it really have to be something I loved? Yes, apparently it did. If only to teach me that things are just that – things. People are well and truly more important and I have been blessed by a constant stream of beautiful people in my life. Alhamdulillah. I cannot love any THING as much as I love my any ONES.

So the password is/was – forgoodnesssake – go on, then.