I’ll admit it. I’m somewhat of a hugger. But only to a certain extent. Mostly with family and a few close friends.
As you might know, we’re new to Texas, and we don’t yet have a lot of friends here. So I was a little stunned when I saw my wife hug someone I believed to be a total stranger while we visited my son’s new school during Meet the Teacher Night.
My son and I were exploring the school’s very awesome library and its array of mystery and adventure books when I heard a loud, giddy “Hey!” I looked up to see my wife approach another woman and hug her — like they were old friends! Continue reading “Is it hug-worthy?”
Cinnamon Toast Crunch will kill you. Fruity Dyno Bites won’t.
If you don’t believe me, ask my wife. That’s what she told me the last time I embarked on one of my favorite grocery store adventures: shopping for cereal.
Me: Let’s get some Cinnamon Toast Crunch.
Rin: We’re not buying that anymore.
Me: Why not?
Rin: I will not knowingly give my babies carcinogens.
Most cereals, it seems, contain the additive BHT (butylated hydroxytoluene). And according to a TV report and Lance Armstrong’s website, if you consume BHT, you will get cancer and die.
I think that’s crap. Continue reading “BHT: Cereal Killer”
There has always been drama surrounding food choices in our household. When Ric and I were first married I got tired of eating baked potatoes. His response? “What will I tell people? I like to tell people that my wife and I like to eat steak and potatoes!” Little did he know that would be only the first of many public disgraces he would face regarding my food choices. Continue reading “BHT: When you love someone…”