Merci Beaucoup

One thing I've been trying to do is say "thank you" more often. I don't say this enough, and I know that I'm not the only one that feels this way. For instance, my husband came home the other day with a fresh haircut. While this does not equate to a "he came home with tulips" or "he came home with a box of Godiva chocolates", it still meant a lot of me, considering how busy we are. He knows that I absolutely completely HATE it when his hair grows out, so he decided to get it cut before I start complaining. THANK YOU!

Last Friday, I came home and found out that the house was completely cleaned. The dishes were done, the laundry was going, our many shoes were put away, and the pile of junk that had been cluttering our dining table was neatly organized. THANK YOU!

Lastly, my husband changed the kitchen sponge. Yes, the kitchen sponge. I hate having to get the new ones out because its way in the back of our cabinet, and is impossible to get it out without knocking the Lysol, 409, and the stain remover. THANK YOU! *mwuah*

And since a post is not complete without a photo, here's what I got from my school administrators as a "thank you" for teacher appreciation week...a cool little flashdrive with our school mascot. GO KNIGHTS!