Tonight I walked in the door from work, and the First Grader walked up to me, never spoke and stuck a sticky note on my shoulder that read, "Pandcake Sat. 24, 2012". Guess what's for breakfast this weekend? Subtle hints go a long way with me.
We went on a scout field trip tonight to make little wooden, hammer-it-yourself crafts. Lots of tongue-biting (a bizarre family trait shared by me, my dad and my brother which mildly stresses my hubby)and left-handed hammering from the First Grader. The Sixth Grader also made two of them and said they'd be good to go home and burn. He's not a pyromaniac, I promise. He's weird but not a pyromaniac.
I completely and totally came unglued at work today. It is not uncommon for me to get somewhat annoyed on a somewhat regular basis, however so furious that my ears turn red- well, not such a regular occurrence. I left a shaky-voiced message on a ladies machine. Not my finest moment but one I still feel was necessary... unless I lose my job tomorrow. Then I might rethink that. I knew I scared the lady because she called back and offered to send me some Starbucks. Not too bad for a girl who doesn't lose it very often. I must throw an impressive fit. I may look into doing that a little more often. I like the little danish things from that place.
So there are your odds and ends. You are welcome.
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