“…I would love to but I can’t.”
My husband regularly practices this with me as I don’t seem to have any of those words in my vocabulary. And it applies to everything.
…Like the time I agreed to buy 200 pounds of organic beef. Never mind that we only have the kitchen refrigerator that isn’t even wide enough to hold a frozen pizza. Oh…and we eat mainly fish and chicken. Never mind that…
…Or the time I volunteered to make a game and 50 crafts for Cassie’s classroom Valentine’s party. The same week I had 100 cake pops and 126 cookies to decorate. And we were going out of town so my seven day week was really only four days long.
…Ooooo…or the extra-special time the guy in the gray corduroy blazer (with brown elbow patches) wearing a polo shirt buttoned up to his chin, annnnnnd…wait for it… shiny…gray….vinyl…velcro…gym shoes asked me on a date to see a three person string quartet. Yes, I said that correctly.
First, I so so so wish there was some part of that last paragraph that I made up, but if you ask anyone that knows me they will confirm that it is indeed true.
Second, this was the I-only-date-underdogs period of my life. It was a short period.
…Or “Mom, smell my hand.” Ok…that one always gets a “I wish I could but I can’t.”
But if I uses that phrase, then I wouldn’t get to make really fun things like this smash cake for one of the cutest little one-year-olds I’ve ever met.
Or baby shower cookies for a baby shower with the theme ‘Boy’. No circus, Winnie the Pooh, ducks, just…boy.
Then I had some left over icing and played around. I think this is one of my favorite cookies to date.
I made some cookies for a little sister and her two big brothers.
And I taught a cookie decorating class. Uh huh, I did!
And finally I made ‘Love Notes’ for all the teachers and staff at Cassie’s school.
I guess I was busier than I thought!
So I promise to start practicing that phrase.
“Mom, can you hurry up and do this load of laundry for tomorrow?”
“Awwww, I’d really love to, but I can’t” :)
It must run in the family…….I still volunteer at the “little school”, and Andrew is how old???? Keeps us young, Stace!