I was in the kitchen washing dishes and having a conversation with the oldest son. During the conversation, I had an urge to go so I told him to “Hold that thought.” As I walked into the bathroom, I heard him humming the Jeopardy tune. He finished up as I walked back into the kitchen. That boy’s just not right.
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Speaking of the oldest… hubs, son, and I were having a conversation about people from Mississippi (famous people). As we were talking about bands, I asked the oldest “Guess who else is from Mississippi?” to which he replied “I don’t know.” I said “3 Doors Down of course.” Then hubs said “What about Brett Favre?” to which son said “I didn’t know that.” Hubs and I both looked at him like he was nuts and at the same time he started laughing and said…. “I just realized what you said. For some reason when you said Bret Favre my brain was thinking Jeff Gordon.” WhaHUH? HOW do you get Jeff Gordon out of Bret Favre?
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Apparently the thing to do when coming home from school on a Friday and having the following Monday off for a holiday is… running back and forth through the house saying “YES YES YES.” Lil Man gives a whole new meaning to ‘chicken with his head cut off.’
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‘We interrupt this marriage to bring you… FOOTBALL SEASON!’
College football kicked off Saturday. My team won. Against an unranked team. I’m happy they won. But… an unranked team. Nothing to jump up and down about. Then again, their 25th consecutive regular season win IS something to jump up and down about. Yeah. *doing a happy dance* (For the record, Hubby’s #2 team lost… it wasn’t a pretty loss either. Better luck next time. Maybe. I say #2 team because he has come over to my side… I’ve recruited him to MY team! Yay me! Plus, his team really made him mad. Long story. Stupid story. One that changed the entire history of the college. Oh well.)
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Took my Lil Man to the doctor on Tuesday– he’d been complaining of his ear hurting and running fever since Sunday. The doctor’s appointment went good until it was time for the s-h-o-t. He worked himself up pretty good about it, then when the time came, didn’t even know he’d been stuck. I had him laying on his side facing away from the nurse, and told him to take deep breaths like the doctor had him doing. As soon as he exhaled the second time, she got him. He never even felt it. Later… he laughed about the bright fluorescent orange smiley face band-aid that was on his booty. And I should add… he would NOT let me take it off! (Oh, and the diagnosis was strep. Ugh.)
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Our air conditioner went out on Wednesday… can you say HOT?! Wednesday night was pretty miserable for all of us. The AC repair man came out yesterday and had it fixed within 10 minutes. I could have kissed him! (Not literally of course.) I think I thanked him about a million times. I was never so happy to feel cool air again. I tell ya… I really believe that little saying “don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone” now. I sure do love my cold air!
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Priss and I got hair cuts this week. I went completely different… and suggested a certain cut for Priss so our hairstyles would be different. She seemed to think this was a great idea because we did have the same style (or she had the same style as me considering I’ve had the same style for about 12-13 years. How incredibly boring am I?). I went with a totally different look…. hair cut to the shoulders, layered, with bangs. I haven’t had bangs since 1997 or so. When it was Priss’s turn, she ended up describing the exact same cut I’d just gotten. We convinced her to go no-layers, only cut off about an inch or so, and do thin whispy bangs. When it was all said and done, she thanked me for talking her into the cut she got… because now we don’t look alike. (Is that really so bad?)
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While looking over my Friday fragments, I realized I really lead a boring life…lol. Oh well. I love this boring life. And it’s really not as boring as it sounds honest… the kids keep us in stitches most of the time. Because they’re all nuts, and stuff.
























