It must run in the family…

Yesterday, in preparation for Cliff’s return, I ordered some flowers for the apartment. We’ve always loved fresh, live, plants indoors. I was lucky to find some beautiful hyacinths (which will smell like spring once they’ve bloomed) and some really long pussy willow branches to go in a floor vase. Once they were delivered, I had to unwrap all the plants and put them away. Chase asked if he could help:

• Me: Sure, I would love some help, especially with these pussy willows.
• Chase: What do you need me to do?
• Me: Well, as I unwrap the branches, if you see any stray buds fall out then collect them for me.
• Chase: No problem.

I’m thinking this is working pretty well until I notice Chase is taking the loose buds and rubbing them on his face.

• Me: What the heck are you doing? Give me those!
• Chase: They are just so soft mom. What are you going to do with them?
• Me: I’m just going to throw them away.
• Chase: No Mom! I love stray pussy!

After we got all the flowers put away, Chase and I got dressed and prepared for our “date night”.  As soon as I realized I was going to have a boy, I knew it was my absolute duty to help mold him into the ultimate boyfriend/husband. I take this very seriously. Much like the “survival” training I have talked about in previous posts. Our date this night included seeing Sherlock Holmes and then getting sushi. I also wanted to do a little shopping at Roppongi Hills because they were doing a point promotion, and there was a blouse at the Double Standard store that has been haunting me.

The movie was highly entertaining. It was definitely a Guy Ritchie film so it was very testosteronie. After we stuffed ourselves with popcorn, Hot Tamales, and Twizzlers Chase agreed to shop around with me. We headed to Double Standard so I could “visit” my blouse. I asked to try it on “Watashi wa kono burausu wo shichaku?” After I put it on, I stepped out so Chase could see it:

• Me: What do you think?
• Chase: It’s cute.
• Me: Does it make me look fat or my butt look big?
• Chase: No! Why does everyone ask that?
• Me: Should I get it?
• Chase: Sure, just don’t wear it with jeans, you’ll look like a student.

The Blouse

I swear, Chase gets more and more like his dad everyday. Cliff has always had an opinion about the way I dress. I’ve learned to pretty much tune him out. The last clothing item Cliff bought for me was a jacket I need to wait another 30 years to wear. He thought I was being ”dickless”, but then on a trip to Switzerland, we were talking with this older couple where the wife was in her 60′s and she said she loved that jacket and actually owned it in 3 colors. Case closed. So if Chase says, “wear this” or “don’t wear that” I listen to him like he’s Tim Gunn. I’m trying to appeal more to his demographic anyway.

My Stylists

Until next time…