'Stressed' is 'Desserts' spelled backwards.

C.J., Belle, and I were in the car today. My mind was going a million miles a minute. First we have go to the bank and deposit the check, then we have to stop and pay rent, then to Fried Myers to return the broken toy, finally (and what the three year old in the back was most excited about) McDonald's for a little play time.


In the midst of thinking about bills, and money, and Jarrod being gone, and he should be doing this, and we need milk, and I want a soda but the kids would want on too so I wont get one, and I hope Jarrod’s job is going o.k. and… more bills C.J. asks,


“Mom, have you ever had a sugar daddy?”


Instantly my mind drifted off to all the things a ‘sugar daddy’ entails in my mind.  Trips to Europe, jewelry- that I didn‘t have to get from QVC because it‘s real, nice cars that are leased because we can afford it, a big house with a gourmet kitchen vaulted ceilings and a craft room… the finer things in life that poor people such as ourselves daydream about.


Lost in my reverie I mumbled my answer,(sigh) “I wish.”


C.J. was quite for a minute, contemplating my answer when he said,


“No, mom, the candy bar.”


Oops.  At least we got a good laugh out of it.