Pffft.

Seriously lacking any hilarity to report.

Unless you count the way my hair looks today.

But I'd classify that as more tragi-comic.

That was entertaining

I love bedtime.

Not for the reason you might think, but because that's when my kids seem to be at their most hilarious.

Like the other night, when they spent 20 minutes taking turns running through the bedroom in slow motion saying "Nooooooooooooo!" like something out of a movie.

Or that time, oh so long ago, when they were deciding what to name their stores they will open when they grow up.

K's store?

Butt Cheek Surprise.

How classy am I?

I'm so classy that yesterday morning when I was working out (another gold star, please) I reached for the nearest empty glass to fill with water, and ended up drinking from a wine glass.

The best part was that K was looking at me askance until I assured her, "It's just water!"

Cooking with Mrs. C

Lesson one:

Keep your yap shut.

I actually learned this one from my mom at Thanksgiving. Unfortunately I read the email AFTER the meal...

She said 'no matter how dry the turkey is, don't say anything about it, because if you go on and on apologizing about it, then you become a martyr, and everyone feels that they have to spend the whole meal telling you that the turkey isn't dry (when it is).'

So yesterday, I modified this instruction slightly...

For whatever reason, I still feel compelled to try to make a good ol' fashioned Sunday dinner. Last night's entry was beef stroganoff. I was nearing the finish line, and the sauce was looking a little thin, so I thought 'I'll just add a bit of flour.' Which in itself is a good instinct.  However, when I sprinkled the heaping tablespoon in there, I thought the texture of it seemed weird.

That's because it wasn't flour, it was icing sugar.

Part of me wanted to throw the whole thing out and order a pizza...

But I didn't.

I added some flour, some salt, some pepper, kept my yap shut and served the dinner.

I swear I could taste a hint of sweetness to it, but no one else noticed, and two of them had seconds. Maybe I should screw up the recipe more often?

Nice try...

Emma reminded me to check the grocery list before I leave.

And what's written on there in someone else's handwriting?

"A dog."

GAH!

There was a spider hanging from the ceiling for the duration of my shower yesterday morning.
That's a stressful way to start the day.

UPDATE:  It was there again this morning!!  What the hell, spider? What did I ever do to you?



(ed. note: Obviously not as stressful as the things that soldiers face. Lest we forget.)

Make it stop

At 5 this morning, I decided that DH's snoring sounds exactly like Victor Kiriakis from Days Of Our Lives.  Like, if Victor were sleeping there, that's what his snoring would sound like.

I think I need some more sleep.