We had quite the adventure last night.
We normally get mail on Saturday morning. We were called first thing in the morning and told that it wouldn't be in till Sunday...
So picture our surprise when we get a call at six at night that the boat has made it in and delivery will be in an hour...
SO MUCH FUN!!!
It starts getting dark at six, and by seven it is pitch black...due to lack of street lights...I mean pitch black!!!
So here we are trooping out at seven, jackets on and flashlights blazing as we trek the 100 yards to the post office.
The kids were so excited...especially Nia. Here she was in her bright pink winter parka with her lantern in hand just loving every stinking moment of wandering from bright light to bright light to get to the post office and back...
An hour later when everyone's mail was delivered she was still flying high on life, in fact she wanted to go for a scooter ride! She might have managed it if she could have figured out how to ride and hold her flashlight!
It was a blast!
Sunday, October 12, 2014
Tuesday, October 7, 2014
It's ALL done!
I am quite proud (even if pride is bad) of the quilt I managed to put together. Considering I have to buy everything online, and can't go to a store to get what I want I think I pulled it off quite nicely.
OM GOODNESS!
Just a note...as parents Kale and I really, really hate that phrase (OMG). Kids don't know what they are saying when they use it!
But I had an Oh My Goodness moment last night. And of course when the ICK factor is off the charts you have to share, right?
I went in the back pantry room to put a dirty diaper in the garbage (surprisingly that isn't the supplier of the ICK factor). Of course considering that a grown-up usually keeps the back room organized and clean...meaning no Legos or other foreign objects that might impale an unsuspecting parents foot and thereby cause momentary paralysis and blinding pain...I unsuspectingly went my merry way.
Now the ICK factor shows it's face...
On my way back through the door into the house I took a step and felt a wet squishy pop. Immediately I think...SLUG!...and move my foot but there isn't anything there and I feel the relief of not stepping on one of those things...
I enter the house and close the door when my sock starts to get a cold wet spot. And of course I think, "What is going on?" So I pull of my socks and on one of them I see the dreaded slimy wet spot.
Now since I didn't see a slug on the floor why would I have checked my socks? Well live and learn. There isn't any slug on my sock, just the dreaded slime, so I put my foot back down, and that is when I feel the dreadful cold wet body of a slug on my leg! UUUGHGHGH!
That has got to be the easiest way in the world to make a grown women scream.....I didn't scream, but I did yell for Kale to come help me....
Silly I know, but since the slug wasn't on the outside of my pant leg, I wasn't going to move to investigate the inside of my pant leg for fear of were the slug would end up...
So thinking something is wrong he comes in and asks what is wrong...I tell him my story and he...heroically of course...investigates.
And of course, there tucked inside the bottom of my yoga pant leg is a hitchhiker, a dead slug....
Nothing makes me feel dirty, slimy and icky quicker than touching a slug ....well it is worse when that slug is DEAD!
Is that a good enough ICK factor for you?
But I had an Oh My Goodness moment last night. And of course when the ICK factor is off the charts you have to share, right?
I went in the back pantry room to put a dirty diaper in the garbage (surprisingly that isn't the supplier of the ICK factor). Of course considering that a grown-up usually keeps the back room organized and clean...meaning no Legos or other foreign objects that might impale an unsuspecting parents foot and thereby cause momentary paralysis and blinding pain...I unsuspectingly went my merry way.
Now the ICK factor shows it's face...
On my way back through the door into the house I took a step and felt a wet squishy pop. Immediately I think...SLUG!...and move my foot but there isn't anything there and I feel the relief of not stepping on one of those things...
I enter the house and close the door when my sock starts to get a cold wet spot. And of course I think, "What is going on?" So I pull of my socks and on one of them I see the dreaded slimy wet spot.
Now since I didn't see a slug on the floor why would I have checked my socks? Well live and learn. There isn't any slug on my sock, just the dreaded slime, so I put my foot back down, and that is when I feel the dreadful cold wet body of a slug on my leg! UUUGHGHGH!
That has got to be the easiest way in the world to make a grown women scream.....I didn't scream, but I did yell for Kale to come help me....
Silly I know, but since the slug wasn't on the outside of my pant leg, I wasn't going to move to investigate the inside of my pant leg for fear of were the slug would end up...
So thinking something is wrong he comes in and asks what is wrong...I tell him my story and he...heroically of course...investigates.
And of course, there tucked inside the bottom of my yoga pant leg is a hitchhiker, a dead slug....
Nothing makes me feel dirty, slimy and icky quicker than touching a slug ....well it is worse when that slug is DEAD!
Is that a good enough ICK factor for you?
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