Yeah, whatever … all I’ve got for today.

It was Secretary’s (or as some have chosen to say, “Administrative Professional’s”) Day yesterday.

Beau took me to our annual spot – Shinto … amazing Japanese food.

We shared the delightful day with other “administrative professionals.”


Just a question: Who came up with “administrative professional”? And, why? I was a teacher, not a “education professional.” Beau is a media director, not a “media professional.” My mom is a nurse, not a “nursing professional.” Does putting the word “professional” behind a title make it sound better? Sorry, just not getting the politically correct name change. Just say “secretary.” Is the title “secretary” demeaning or something? Don’t get it.

On days like this, it’s hard for Beau to give me a little bonus from his wallet, seeing as his bank account is my bank account.

So, what does he get me?

You must know that I am not a flower-type of girl. They’re pretty and all, but for how long? If you’re going to spend a chunk of money, don’t spend it on something that’s going to be dead in a few days. I’d rather just have the money.

So what does he get me?

His love and appreciation?

His respect and admiration?

Eh …

I’ll settle for a gift card.

(Remember my depressing parenting post from yesterday? I portrayed awesome parenting skills yesterday when I sent my youngest child outside with a pair of scissors to cut the grass. You should be proud. She lasted only about 10 minutes by the way, but my point was made.)