Mail Love from Jeanne Rose

I love these napkins that Jeanne Rose sent me!

Halloween Approaches!

Slim Daddy and I are thinking about dressing up our 3 Little Curiosities as Stepford children for Halloween.

Wouldn't that just be a scream?! (and slightly creepy!)

I feel so old.

Zoe signed up for a "Pony Book Club" and for signing up one of the tchotskis she got was a watch with horses on it.

She came into the kitchen and told me that the watch didn't work, because the company sent her a watch without any batteries.

I looked at it. There is nothing wrong with the watch - it's a wind-up watch!

This is almost, but not quite as bad as when she asked me "WHAT is a record? Music comes on CDs!"

Pure Evilness!

I am *so* glad that the kid's school decided not to air the eeeeeehhhhvaaalllll, mind-altering speech that Obama had yesterday that was sure to emit mind-control beams through viewing devices! I was scared to death they might hear his sinister words. I mean really. Who in their extreme right mind would want their children to hear a positive message about staying in school? I'm sure there was a hidden message somewhere in the speech because that's what Betty Lou and my pastor told me. There aint nuthin wrong with kids not finishin school, getting knocked up not knowing who their baby's daddy is and smokin crack!


*snork*

My 3 Typhoid Marys

ugh, the 3 Curiosities are now 3 little Typhoid Marys. I have way too much to do to be laid out sick!

The Power of Sweat

Over the weekend Zoe and her friend Wendy "tattooed" their ankles and legs with magic markers ( and actually Zoe drew an angel on herself pretty good.) Slim Daddy told her that she needed to take a bath or shower, Zoe said "she didn't want to, she wanted to watch Glen Martin, DDS." Then SD said that she had to "take a shower and wash that stuff off!"

Zoe said, "Why? It's going to be hot tomorrow and the sweat will just wash it off for me!"

haaaaaaaaa!!! SD didn't find it nearly as amusing as I did.........

Slowly Recovering!

I dooooo apologize for the lack in posting lately of the ongoings and naughty antics of the little specimens! School started last week, and I think I'm just now recovering first from the summer with the little darlins running me ragged and second from not having the "baby" Zane home with me anymore. boohooo!

OK, I think I'm really getting used to it now. (I think.) Well, perhaps just a little bit. Zane loves school, however he turns into a verra, verra ugly little man between 7pm and 8pm. We start at around 7 trying to get him to lay down and going to sleep - it's more like 8 before it actually happens. Zoe says that every day in 4th grade feels like "A WHOLE WEEK!" and Micah is happy as a clam in his 2nd grade class, especially since his best friend is also in his class.

I've felt a bit lost being home by myself - I haven't been by myself in almost 10 years! It really takes some getting used to.

I will leave you with this:

The other night, Micah called Zane a "jerk-ass." Zane called Micah an ass. Zoe told Micah that Zane wasn't a jerk-ass, that HE was the jerk-ass. Nice, hmmm? I went to get the soap and they all swore they wouldn't say ass or jerk-ass again. It's been 3 days and not one has uttered a naughty word. Maybe I just need to walk around with a bar of Dove hanging off of my neck?