1. My husband, I may have mentioned, has a serious wooting problem. I’m sure you’ve all been to the woot website—I’m sure you all go there several times a day, as my husband does—but I’m also sure you have better taste and judgment than my husband and you resist that urge to “Want One!” Last Christmas I gave him a certificate to woot one thing over the course of the year. He wooted three gigantic, blow-up airplanes, three flying helicopter thingies, two knives, one computer, and a half dozen shirts with sayings that are only funny the first time you read them. He couldn’t help it. He has a chronic case of Wootitis.
2. Vincenzo’s nickname is D (he named himself D when he was 18 months old and it’s just kind of stuck).
3. Today, Kevin sent me this poem.
We dwell on the past, while living the present
But I admit, the past was unpleasant
Full of ups and downs, less pleasure more pain
We wished for the sun, but only got rain
We both made mistakes, put pain in our hearts
But here we are again, promising to never part
Counting our blessings and letting go of the past
Starting all over and making it last
I may have just wooted for D
I hope you can forgive me
Feelings and memories flow deep in my mind
Of those days our love was genuine and kind
Holding you close, feeling your skin
You look into my eyes and make my head spin
Those feelings are back, but stronger than ever
I know you’re the one I wanna hold on to forever
We both smile again, nothing’s better than this
Kissing you again was like our second first kiss.
– Giselle Simental –
So Kevin, if you’re reading this, I have a little poem for you.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
If you woot one more time
I will divorce you
WHAT’S COOKIN’ 2NITE:
Crab stuffed potatoes
Hopefully some other things that magically appear