This week is kicking my butt - I'm sick, the girls' band camp concert is today, we actually have tickets to the taping of "Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me" this evening, David gets his wisdom teeth removed tomorrow, and we are supposed to head out on a short jaunt to a campground near the beach on Sunday.
Whew - I need to lie down just from typing that.
So I leave you with the handy reminder that the more things change, the more they remain the same. As long-time readers know, Larry - born with frugal New Englander blood in his veins - has a penchant for getting the most out of a toothpaste tube. Not once in our almost quarter-century-long marriage has he ever had to be the one to procure a fresh tube from the linen closet. This past week was no different:
The tube on the bottom? Mine. Larry's still using the other one. And I still can't decide whether that is cute or irritating...