Excuse me, But You Seem to Have a Scorpion on Your Head

After church, since it was a beautiful day here, my husband took the kids out for a walk at a nearby state park. The weather has been absolutely gorgeous the past several days. I could take this kind of weather year round. I've come to detest winter more and more every year. I think bundling a bunch of kids in snow pants and boots, searching for missing mittens, trying to convince the older kids that they need more than a sweatshirt when it's 2 degrees outside, has seriously affected my opinion of winter. I joke around that I'm moving someplace warm. Someplace south of IL, but not as far south as Florida or Texas. Let's face it, Florida has bugs the size of Volkswagons and I have a friend in Texas who just told me that she had scorpions (yes, scorpionS, plural!) drop on her head while she was in the bathroom! Scorpions! On her head! While peeing! I don't think I'd ever go to the bathroom again! Needless to say, those two states are definitely out of the running for me.

Anyway, I digress again. So, my husband took the kids out for a walk so I could do a little writing in peace and quiet. I sat down and stared at the blank screen for awhile. Then I played one many games of solitaire. Then I stared at the screen for a few more minutes. After that, I remembered that I HAD to call my sister and thank her for inviting us to her house for dinner yesterday. After the call, I decided I'd spent enough time goofing off and I sat back down to write for real. I typed out four pages sentences. Whew! I made another phone call to catch up with an old friend , um make sure my phone was working properly , I mean, exercise my voice because I've been coughing a lot and I wanted to make sure I wasn't getting too hoarse , ok, so I was stalling.

Somehow, in between changing loads of laundry and eating not one, not two, but THREE donuts, I managed to write four pages. I was just finishing up when the kids all come storming in the house from their walk. My oldest son thrusts this in my face....


It's a snake skin! A SNAKE SKIN! From a real live SNAKE! He put it in my face! I fell off my chair.


Then my daughter showed me the jawbreaker that dear old dad got my son. Yes, I know it looks like a racquetball. My son insisted he could put this whole thing in his mouth at once because (and I quote) "They did it on Ed, Edd and Eddy." Oh, well if a CARTOON character on quite possibly the dumbest cartoon ever made, did it, then by all means, shove that racquetball sized jawbreaker in your mouth. I'll start dialing 9-1-1.


To finish off my evening, my little Princess girl tried taking the tiny braids out of her hair by herself. This one didn't fare so well. I couldn't undo the knot, so she got an impromptu haircut tonight.

Thus ends my weekend of fun.
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