sometimes

I'm pretty sure that

sometimes

the best medicine is to be snuggled up between mommy and daddy.

booted

Numero Uno

Hairline fracture to the right 5th metatarsal

No, I can't see it either, but I promise it's there.

secret life of bees

page 14 and I'm already crying....

"The bag contained a pair of white cotton gloves stained the color of age. When I pulled them out, I thought, Her very hands were inside here. I feel foolish about it now, but one time I stuffed the gloves with cotton balls and held them through the night."

a poem for the end of summer break

Summer break is winding down.

We've been out of town

every weekend

since the last weekend of May.

Kids moods

ebbing and flowing.

Can't believe I haven't yet said those words.

For so many summers

they have escaped my lips way before now.

But like a thunderstorm in the distance

I can feel them

forming.

They aren't quite ready to come out.

But when they do

watch out!

"Gosh, I can't wait for y'all to go back to school!"

that time of year again

Numero Uno asked if we could go school supply shopping this week. Why not this afternoon I figured. So, after an early dinner, we pulled out the sales fliers from the weekend paper and planned out what we would buy in which store. We made a master list, and off we went.

The whole fam-damily went (I know you are asking "What were you thinking?!?!") and afterward ... at 10pm!... we rewarded all seven of "ourselves" with Wendy's Frostys for the fact that we saved a huge amount of money by using store coupons and shopping smart.

Pretty soon, these late nights will end. School will begin and we will have early bedtimes and more painful, early-to-rise mornings.

but officer...

This morning I awoke with blood-red blood shot eyes. They were dry and hurting so badly that I felt like I had been in a staring contest all night, or that I had been drinking the night before.

Actually it isn't the first time. It has been happening occasionally in the past few months. After I am up awhile, they get back to normal. But I must admit, it is a little unnerving. Am I sleeping all night with my eyes open? Am I dehydrated? Is it the sign of some dread disease?

Or do I sleepwalk and go down to the corner bar and have a whole 'nuther' night life?

*sniffffff*

Nope, I can rule that one out. I don't smell like the bottom of an ashtray. Whew!

I really hate shaving my underarms.

It's the pits.