My contribution to the table yesterday: Pumpkin, Apple, and Chocolate Chess.
*****For Little Girls...
The following is a snippet of The Girl's phone conversation with her father the other day,
"...and Mamma's friend Lawn Boy invited us over on Friday, so we might go there. She met him from Ms. Sarah and he started to mow our lawn on my birthday and then she made me have a party and they all came and then all the boys except...."
At which point I gave her The Look and cut her off. She has an uncanny knack for telling stories that are true while leaving out important details.
The Road off of which we live has been closed for 10 days, forcing us to go way out of our way to get most places, including school. It was supposed to reopen Monday, but that did not happen. We got in the car Tuesday morning and from the back seat, The Girl says, "I hope that road is open or I'm going to have to have a talk with those workers and its NOT going to be pretty!" Where did this child come from? Surely she's not mine?
It's Her and Not Me
I was on the phone with my sister Evie and she was complaining about the things about pregnancy that no one ever tell you and then went on to explain that her belly button had finally popped and it was so super sensitive her clothes hurt. I had a flashback that was so vivid, I got totally skeeved, actually shivered, and my OWN belly button started to hurt! I used to have to put a band aid over it, not so that it wouldn't show, but so that my clothes wouldn't rub against it! I immediately apologized. I seriously think I'd blocked it out until that moment!