I'm taking the afternoon to let my little monkeys run around the park and hopefully exert all their energy before they step one foot into my sparklingly (not a word) clean house.
Oh, who am I kidding? It's a mess but I like to dream.
The sun is shining and I'm incredibly impressed watching my kids climb all over the playscapes one handed because their other hand is occupied by a giant Slurpee. Being relatively quick learners, they've realized the best way to keep mom away from your Slurpee is to make a "suicide". It's where they go down the line of Slurpee flavors and put a little of each into their cup. No matter how many times I tell them that Mango Fangango and Mountain Dew, much like, in my humble opinion, Kool-Aid and dill pickles, were never meant to go together, they just look at me like I have ulterior motives and fill 'er up anyway.
"Mom, wanna taste?"
"No. No thanks. And why can't you just mix Coke and Wild Cherry like normal people?"
Then they flash each other a knowing, satisfied grin, confident they can enjoy their entire drink without having to share with me.
We can't stay long because the three dozen or so live crickets bagged up in my car won't survive the heat and our bearded dragon, Augustine, only likes 'em alive and hoppin'.
That's a sentence I never thought I'd write.
Anyway, this is how our weekend is starting - all posted from my Blackberry because my computer decided to crash yesterday. What I love about my computer crashing is...nothing. It should also explain the total stream of consciousness feel of this post. Remember, I'm reading it on a 2x2 screen so it makes perfect sense in small snippits.
Hopefully, I'll be back Monday with a report on our weekend. It's parent day at Pinkston so let's pray I don't embarrass Darius.
Odds are NOT stacked in his favor.
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