I don't really know which I am. So I'm unsure whats news to give you first.
I've been considering this post while I went through my day. And it was going to be all the funny things from the past week. And then my day spiraled out of control when I found myself standing on my front porch, yelling at my son who forgot the boyscout paperwork I told him not to forget. Of course he didn't hear because he was riding off in a suburban full of kids.
BTW, Jay Snell is a crazy, deaf driver.
Anywhoo. That wasn't fun.
So I called my son on his nicer-than-mine cell phone and told him he forgot the uber important paperwork. And his sister.
And apparently I said something about killing him because when I got off the phone, I heard my 3 year old doing a sing-songy version of, "I'm gonna kill you" and my 6 year old was saying, "Mom won't wheely kill him."
Let's call this a lowlight.
Highlight: My dinner was AWESOME! I may enter the Betty Crocker bake-off and become a famous, celebrity chef.
Or not.
Either way, my homemade, totally from scratch chicken pot pie is enough to make Marie Callendar roll over in her cinnamon-scented grave.
BTW, I don't know, for a fact, if her grave smells like cinnamon. It's just a hunch.
Highlight: My husband and I went out to dinner everynight last week. EVERY NIGHT! It's like we are all in love again.
BTW, I think someone swiped my debit card and spent A LOT of money at restaurants.
Lowlight: At 5:30 tonight- with one hour until my big kids had to be out the door- while I had veggies sautee-ing and I was rolling out pie crust, my husband- working late- asked me to find an email from a week ago, download all of the attachments and make 10 copies of each. AND have it all ready ASAP. Then, THEN, while I was faux swearing about how brown my butter got, he called back with another email (from 3 weeks ago!!!) and more printing.
BTW, I didn't love him again until my potpie turned into bubbling perfection.
Highlight: My kids were on vacation last week. We all slept in every morning. It was bliss. Thursday,
I got up to use the restroom just as my little guy was stumbling, puffy faced and blinking, out of his room. I ran across my room, whispering loudly, "Hurry! Hide! Calvin is awake. Pretend your asleep!" My husband and I made a big production of pulling the covers over our head.
Calvin stood by my door, his blankie pooling at his feet and said, "Mom! It's not like I'm going to eat you."
BTW, it sounded more like he said "eat chew".
Highlight: Eric is 10. One morning during vacation, he hugged my waist and told me he loved me without any warning. When I drop the kids off at school, Eric turns around no less than 3 times to wave good-bye.
BTW, I am taking applications for the position of Eric's wife. We are mormon so 3 lucky girls will win the title.
BTWFR (By the way for reals), just kidding.
Lowlight: My daughter, on her journey to finding her sense of humor, told me I'm not that ugly.
BTW, She looks just like me.
Ha! Who's laughing now, sweetheart!!
Highlight: Some stranger approached me and asked if my teenage son was mine. I said yes and this guy just started telling me what a great young man my son is. (I know I shouldn't end a sentance with a preposition.)
BTW, not all teenagers are scary.
Highlight: I found these heels.
I texted this picture to my husband and to Kelly F. Kelly replied: "Buy them...absolutely. Your welcome."
My husband replied: "Don't know. Not enough skin showing to make a determination."
Lowlight: They slipped in the heel when I walk. :(
Highlight?
Lowlight?I'm giving up diet coke.
BTW, I'm serious.
Oh boy.....
