Lent...sort of

Michael asked me last week, 'So, should we give up sugar for seminar week?'

Those fortunate enough to have read the book Cheaper By The Dozen will recall with fondness the chapter wherein a very civic-minded lady pays a visit to Mother, hoping to enlist a volunteer in the cause. The clincher is the very quotable line 'How revolting! And within eighteen miles of national headquarters, too!' Well, it's been rather like that this week. Every one of my actions is called into scrutiny, pondered over, and tsk-tsked by Michael in the most pious manner. 'Wearing pants today? And during a basic seminar week, too! What's this? Running the dishwasher? Rose! What are you thinking!' Really, now, aside from the late nights and uncomfortable chairs (unavoidable in any seminar), it's been very good for us. It's nice to have a refresher course in all this auld lang syne, and as Michael said last night, 'I didn't remember how funny he is!'