Happy and Poor

Halfway home, while I was *trying* valiantly NOT to just burst into semi-hysterical giggles, DH says, “Well, now I *really* feel low-income…I’m driving an Isuzu Pup with 2 seatbelts, a floor full of WIC and day old bread stuff, AND you’re pregant!!” I just lost it…haven’t laughed so hard in ages. And I didn’t tell him that the plates were expired on the truck! LOLOL
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And they say the poor don’t ever have any fun, LOL! Truthfully, though, it’s good you have those hormones to help you through. Nothing bothered me with my first pregnancy; and I’d get hysterically silly over nothing, either. I just wish the second time around had been the same. Anyway, throughout the whole pregnancy, I went around singing “Don’t Worry, Be Happy!” My husband despises that song to this day, thanks to the great efforts I made to sing it to him every chance I could:)

I decided a long time ago that it’s more fun to be insane than to be depressed. Don’t you just wish you had that picture of your Kodak moment?

I miss the first Christmas tree I ever had. I’m laughing hysterically now. It was an artificial tree not even 3 foot tall. It meant the world to us, though. I look back at that memory every time and laugh. I miss it, too. I have a lot of good honeymoon memories to go along with that tree.

Condolences to hubby, though, because I’m sure he’s out in left field trying to understand you:) And, you sure cheered me up. I was feeling kind of “poor” myself. Thanks for sharing the experience.

Take care and KEEP LAUGHING!