Some of us will remember the time Elle Woods taught America the “Bend and Snap” in the cinematic classic:
If you have not seen this masterpiece …what’s wrong with you?
Anyway… around here me and the kids still do the Bend and Snap.
It just looks a little different.
Shocked? That I snap my own green beans.
Apparently some frown on CiCi and I screaming “girls gone wild-spring break! ” out the window on the way to Sonic.
We were getting slushes. We were feeling wild.
It’s Spring break.
Thankfully my in-laws are probably some of the greatest set of grandparents.
So my kids have that going for them.
They took Dan and are showing him a good time. Plus he needs to get away from the two babies.
Because here’s the thing about Spring Break…
Everyone is on Spring break.
“Oh let’s go to the Zoo”
Everyone and their mother is at the Zoo.
Crowds and a bunch of kids… just kill me now.
Plus, I start thinking that’s the perfect “hot bed” scenario for molesters and kidnappers to come out and mix and mingle with kids and crowds.
In children’s church, all the kids were telling me all their fascinating plans of Disney, Camping and the Great Wolf Lodge. I look over at Dan and semi-promise to get his Christmas present (trampoline) put up. I felt all the peer pressure from his friends who have good parents or rich parents that plan fabulous vaca’s for their kids.
4 days into Spring break and that trampoline is still in the box 😞
🎼Dun,Dun, Dun another one bites the dust🎼
The cool thing about kids in the house is random celebrations and dance parties.
I always play Queen’s song “Another One Bites the Dust” whenever I or one of the kids breaks something.
…..This is why we can’t have nice things.
Dun dun dun.
This is recycled from Facebook. But oh well.
As most of you know, my daughter sleeps in our bed and she has since she was 6 months old. Tonight, at age 13 months, I told her it was time to sleep in her bed. She sat straight up, looked me in the eye and shouted at me for a good 45 seconds. Just random, loud, high pitched babble.
I pretty much interpreted it as “you shut your whore mouth.”
So…..I shut my whore mouth. And she’s currently asleep. In our bed.
“Yep, I run this shit.” (I whispered this last part to myself as I turned over and got on the two feet of bed space-in my king sized bed-that my daughter graciously allows me to have.)
Apparently the only thing I actually run around this place is my whore mouth.
After 10 years of marriage I have learned that if you have ground beef and a box of mac and cheese. You basically have hamburger helper.
Put that in your recipe boxes, Nancy.
I drove by a park and the the two youngest wanted to stop and play.
So, I turned on the windshields wipers with the washing fluid and told them it was raining.
The bought it.