So Pretty. And "What's A Cassette Tape?"

Lately The Man has taken to calling me, "Pretty Wife," which, if I'm being completely honest, I love.

Love.

The Man is going to get anything he wants when he calls me Pretty Wife.

Anything.

I will even scrub out the outside garbage can for him.  You know, the one that reeks to high heaven whenever you open the lid.

It has that much power over me.

But then I got this string of texts from him:

I'm thinking maybe "pretty" doesn't mean what I thought it meant.

Also, I'm thinking the garbage can doesn't need to be scrubbed out so badly after all.

Tomorrow I start with some catch up posts, and will be getting back into the swing of daily posting.  There's a bunch of end of school year stuff and Girl's Camp that I need to throw up for heritage sake.  I'm pretty sure the generations that will stretch on after me will want to know all about these things.  

Actually, I think it's pretty fun to see how life "used" to be.  And conversations like, "You didn't always have color TV?" with my mom are hilarious.

To think of all that has changed in my own lifetime is amazing to think about.  

An old song came on the radio and I told the girls, "This song is so old!  I had it on cassette tape when I was a kid."

Casidee laughs and then stops.  "What's a cassette tape?"

Has life really caught up to me this much? I proceeded to tell her that CD's weren't a big thing until I was about her age.  I didn't get my first CD until I was in Jr.  High.  Before that... it was recording songs off the radio onto cassette tapes.

So tomorrow, catching up.  You know, for heritage sake.