Yesterday while reading the engagement section of the newspaper I saw an interesting name that a woman will receive should she choose to take her
husband’s last name: Mess. I can just imagine funny grocery store conversations that would go something like this: “Hello, you look familiar to me; you are a
Mess aren’t you?” Addressing the cards would be a hoot; Mr. & Mrs. Mess, how funny is that! And I can guarantee that the new bride will transform into a
You would have to have a great sense of humor to take on such a funny name. Then would come the Mess babies and no matter what first names you
gave them, they would still have funny names. They would be known at school as the Mess kids. If you went for a jog you would be a “hot” Mess and if you didn’t jog and got fat you would be a “big” Mess. And then when the bride and groom grow old they can look forward to being called Old Man Mess or Old Lady Mess. What a Mess!
Having the last time of Maas is trying also. Many people pronounce it and misspell it as Mass. To help people out I usually tell people Maas, pronounced like the green stuff. We joked about naming our kids Mickey Maas, Haas Maas, Pete Maas or even Christopher Cross Maas but didn’t want to put our kids through a lifetime of name jokes. So now we call them: Mac and Wonka, maybe Mickey and Pete wouldn’t have been so bad after all!
Last night my wonderful husband took me to the casino where we lost only nine dollars and then out for a wonderful supper at Timmerman’s Supper
Club in East Dubuque. My husband hates gambling so it took a lot for him to take me to a casino. I love the sounds, the flashing lights and the excitement in the
air. My motto has always been; you can’t win if you don’t play. But I rarely win so walking out minus only nine dollars was a treat.
I sipped these fruity drinks of raspberry schnapps and lemonade at the Supper Club; they were the perfect springtime drink. To eat I had a seafood platter consisting of lobster, crab legs, shrimp, fish, scallops and other delightful underwater things. He ate his favorite; rare, rib eye steak. With a window seat overlooking the Mississippi river we had a fantastic view. We had a wonderful evening and
decided that we need to have date night more often. The world just seems to move too fast anymore and it’s important to take time out from the craziness to just enjoy each other’s company.
When you have kids you sometimes have conversations that you never imagined you would have. Yesterday while getting dressed I heard this;
Yeah, well if you don’t I’m going to fart on your string cheese! Say what?! “There will be NO farting on anyone’s string cheese! You guys need to have some
respect for each other and the food products in this house!” Enough said.
Have a wonderful Sunday Passengers!