….a day late. Shhhh.
- I am confused about people who “like” their own statuses on Facebook. We get it. If you didn’t like it, you wouldn’t have taken the time to type it out.
- Isaac has this new thing where he says “do you know what would be the worst?” and then he replies with things like: if the Christmas tree fell over, if I broke a plate, if I burped at church, if Santa didn’t come. He tries to one-up himself every time and he will eventually get to asking, “but do you know what would be the VERY super-presto-worsterest???”. This is where it usually turns to potty humor and he will say something like: if there was poo poo on the car. Today on the way to preschool, I decided to switch it up, so I asked him what would be the best. These are some of the answers I heard: when we play nicely, when we all listen to each other, and when the sun tickles me when I play outside. Love that kid.
- McRib is back, I hear. I’ll be honest and tell you that this sandwich disturbs me greatly.
- “My Strange Addiction” has not been nearly as satisfying as I had hoped. I alternate between wanting to laugh (but feeling guilty), or cry, or dry heave (which I did a lot of last night while the woman ate Comet cleanser). However, I had a perfect solution for the hair dryer lady–try a sound machine and an electric blanket! In the end it is mostly just sad that these people have a void that they feel the need to fill with these things. But Jason and I thought up some of our own strange addictions after watching. Jason is strangely addicted to leaving dishes in the sink “to soak” and telling me at very inopportune times about items we need from the grocery store, but refusing to WRITE IT DOWN. I am strangely addicted to leaving all cabinets in the laundry room open or ajar and wearing cuddly pajamas.
- I am starting to think that Disney World may be a huge disappointment to the kids. We have begun broaching the subject about going to visit Mickey Mouse, but both kids insist that he lives in the Clubhouse. We showed them pictures of the castle, but they said they would rather go to the Clubhouse. That, and the fact that Isaac swears you spell Mickey Mouse, M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-N-Z. I told you the kid cannot hear well. I showed it to him written down and he told me it was wrong. At least he has convictions.
- Don’t forget about my giveaway. I am picking the winner tomorrow. Remember if you have posted about it OR donated to Tracy, you can enter. It makes no difference if it was my blog post that encouraged you to do it or not. But you have to comment to enter. Thanks and good luck!