I’m high on antihistamines.
I’m just saying, don’t expect much in the way of blogging genius. I’m gonna call it stream of consciousness, and hope that lends some arty vibe to my ramblings.
So here’s some things that brought me out of my oak pollen haze, to smile, if only for a moment:
My men asked their Dad where the trash went, so he showed them. He took them to the local dump. They apparently gazed upon it for a whole hour while I slept.
My James had this to say, “Man, I bet there’s a lotta cool stuff to find in THAT place!”
Amen, brother. Amen. He might be blond and blue eyed, but he’s his mama’s kid!
Daddy also took them for a quick fish in the lake. Oldest brother caught one and flat refused to throw it back, so Daddy made him clean it, cook it and eat it.
That oughta teach ‘im!
That was yesterday. Today, the big brothers went to their one day a week school, which meant that the smallest boy and I got our weekly “just you and me” time, which means, respectively, Whataburger (“water-burger”), the car wash,
and a romp through the bookstore.
Low and behold, right smack in front of the door, right when you walk in, I found two familiar names! Erin Harris/ and Meg Rooks, featured in books on display, right there for all the world to see! I was so proud that I hauled out my camera and took a picture. I was told that sort of thing is frowned upon, so I tried to explain, “but I know these girls, I mean, I kind of know them, I follow their blogs and you know, sometimes they comment on mine, and we’ve even traded some emails and stuff, so really they’re kind of friends….”
You can imagine the look that followed.
I put the camera away. So, this crummy shot is all I got:
Then, we picked up the brothers and I spent the entire ride home listening to belly aching about how thirsty they are, and how hot it is, and how “really mama, we NEED Slurpees!” So I, in all my mama wisdom said, “Tell you what, if you’re willing to ride your bikes the two miles to the store to get them, I’ll buy you slurpees.
They called my bluff.
They do not make NyQuil flavored Slurpees, in case you wondered.