Well, it's that time of the week again. Put your hair up in a pony tail on the side and put a glittery rainbow sticker on your binder. Keely wants flowers and Unicorns this week. I will do my best to comply. Because she had Betty White wielding a flaming chain saw riding a John Ritter centaur. Want to see it, too? You'll have to go visit her. But not until you're done here.
PB and I are in "must not forget" mode. We're headed to a family function out in Kansas this weekend, so we're trying to keep our act together. Unfortunately, that's like packing Ringling Brothers into a mini-van. Except we're flying (and we don't own a mini-van). So it's more like packing Ringling Brothers into a carry on. Should be a good time. Neither of the boys has been on an airplane, so I'm hoping the adventure of it all will carry us through with mostly good behavior. Stop laughing. Just be happy it won't be your chair LG kicks for the whole flight.
My housework is conspiring against me. Seriously. The minute I think we're in good shape, I take a look around and realize it's time to start all over. I blame it on all the men in my house. Not that they don't clean, they do. See, I have proof:
It's just that the minute they're done cleaning they see the clean surface as an opportunity. To make another mess. Ever feel like Sisyphus?
Someone asked how the whole "I gave up Coke for Lent" thing went. Let's just say I'm glad that little experiment is over. I only cheated once or twice (once in a social situation where the host had brought Coke specifically for me, and once when we were out with family and the boys were driving me crazy). It did reduce my Coke habit, though. Instead of a daily Coke, now I'm down to about 3 or 4 a week. I'd say it was Diving Assistance, but I'm pretty sure God laughed his booty off for that whole 40 days.
PB became a victim of "the one time I do something wrong I get caught" syndrome this weekend. He does not swear. Well, not as much as I do. But this weekend, it slipped out in frustration. "Oh, Fudge!" Except he didn't say Fudge. And immediately after we heard, "Fudge, fudge, fudge!" It was a "Thank god it wasn't me" moment. We ignored it and it lost it's charm. I'm sure it will make an appearance at school this week, though. Just waiting for that call.
I apologize for missing "I'd rather be..." Monday yesterday. Truthfully? I'd have rather been fighting off fire breathing dragons than be at work yesterday. Our company has a habit of hiring people and not telling anyone (I assume HR knows, but that's one person and she's good with a secret). So, new hires mysteriously appear with an hour or so's notice. It doesn't make my boss a happy person. I'm glad it's over.
The volcano in Iceland? Not soothing my "end of times" notions. Anyone hopped on that bandwagon since last week? I'm just saying, the evidence is mounting. I wonder if anyone has studied whether more people are finding God this year than ever before. Wouldn't surprise me.
On a happier note, come back Thursday for Buzzard pics. I promise this time. They're on the right computer. Good stories and all.
Now go away. I know you want to see Betty White. Hop on over to Keely's take a gawk. Betty will appreciate it.