Tuesday, January 6, 2009
A few weeks later one of Marti's friends and fellow girls camp counselors was over at the house. Marti shared the "dirty shopping" story with her while I was nearby. Her response, "I can't believe you did that." My respone, "hey, I figured it was a win/win situation." (If she did the shopping great, but if not the harrassment was still well worth it.)
During this same visit, Marti's friend shared that her and her brother were teenagers before they realized why their dad was always smiling and whistling while he made waffles on Saturday morning. Since then I have repeatedly put a waffle maker on my birthday/Christmas/anniversary list. Matthew and particularly Brittney do not find this request nearly as amusing as I do.
If our children need therapy someday, now you know why. Of course there is the point that after what our children say at the dinner table, maybe I'm the one who needs therapy.
(P.S. No pictures will be included with this blog posting.)
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Be Prepared, or just use some aluminum cans out of the recycle bin to boil water if you forget your pots. Matthew and I just ate or attempted to eat some "old" MRE's. I don't suggest the Tuna Noodle Casserole if it's been in storage for a really long time.
Chill'n by the fire. It's December 26, but notice the shorts and T-shirts. Good thing I remembered the bug repellent.
Sitting on one of the fallen trees in the forest. This is just one of the many trees that were blown down in the recent hurricanes. I wonder if anyone heard it fall?