Smug Marrieds: Retraining

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The North Carolina Marathon was this past Saturday and I celebrated not having to run it by working one of the water stops with my Saturday running group, the Blueliners. 

The race started at 8 am. We had to be at our water stop by 7:30 to set up and the location was about 50 minutes from my house, which is a long way of saying that I had Blair wake me up at 5:30 a.m.  

I'd stayed up later than usual the night before and I was not shaking off sleep easily. I love being in bed in the morning when you're buried under the covers and have made a little nest for yourself out of your body heat and your pillow is so soft...

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Mom Diaries: The Mothership Is Calling

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I dropped my car off for an oil change today and called my mom to come pick me up while the car was being serviced. As I slid into her passenger seat, I remarked that it smelled really good in her car. 

"Oh, it's that thing," she said pointing to a deodorizer clipped to the passenger seat visor. 

I was surprised, as I'm not usually a fan of any fake scent smelling product. (Glade plug-ins are evil and should be destroyed.) "Where'd you get it?" I asked. 

"From the mothership," she said. At my quizzical glance she added, "Bath & Body Works."

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Smug Marrieds: The Revenge of Blair

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I was lying in bed yesterday morning as Blair got ready for work.

"Saw your post on the wrinkle creme," said Blair. "Funny stuff."

"I'm not the funny one. You're the funny one," I said. "I just record this stuff."

"I'm thinking I should start a blog of my own," he said. 

"Nooooooo!" I wailed, sitting up in bed. "I'll change. I'll be good. Don't out me. Please. Please." 

Blair grinned. 

"Fine," I said, lying back against the pillows. "Just what is this blog of yours going to be about?"

"I'm thinking of calling it 'Walking Through Landmines,'" said Blair. "Subtitle: "How to survive being married to a woman." 

"Congratulations my friend," I said. "You just made the blog again."

Hang tight, people. This could turn ugly. 

Cheers,

Dena

Smug Marrieds: Wrinkle Cream

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My mom likes to try new facial products and I am usually the beneficiary of the leftover or abandonded products that weren't quite right.

She came over the other day with Oil of Olay wrinkle creme. "This is wonderful. I just thought you might want to try this," she said, handing me the opened jar. 

"Seriously, that's your opening?" I asked. "You're handing me wrinkle creme and suggesting I might like to try it?" I looked at Blair standing next to me. "Do you have anything to say about this?"

There may have been a brief flash of sheer panic on his face before he took the jar from me and in his best southern drawl said, "Well I think it's good you learn about these things now, so in 15 or 20 years when you need them, you'll be ready." 

Niiiiice save.

Cheers,

Dena