Tomorrow is Friday. Tomorrow is Friday. Tomorrow is..

Mr. Pinkie is at a wake for his step-grandmother this evening. I ordered pizza in lieu of cooking, and we just wrapped up the homework/bath time dance. We'll be in bed shortly! Ahhh, the bed......
If there are peeping Tom's in our neighborhood, we've surely given them a good laugh this evening...for lots of reasons, but mostly for dancing in the middle of the living room to a lottery commercial. It's the song. The commercial has the catchiest tune. It's like one minute were playing with Legos, picking up socks, and drinking juice. The next minute we're all bobbing, weaving, and shaking what we got like crazy people in the middle of the living room. Commercial ends, we're all back to whatever it was we were doing before. We ain't right.

Speaking of not being right, Sam was getting dressed in his bedroom after bathtime. I was just about to go in his room when I heard him singing, "Sophy is so beautiful" all sweet and sappy (this is NOT like him.) So, I said, "WHAT? SOPHY IS BEAUTIFUL?" He was so embarrassed and hid in the closet and screamed, "LEAVE ME ALONE! YOU STINK!" Hehe. I love that kid. It wasn't long after that when Jack ran into the room shouting, "Mom. Quick. There is dog thief on Inside Edition!" It's all the important stuff around here. ONLY important stuff.

Tomorrow is the 100th day of school, and Sam has to dress up like he is 100 years old. Funny, I FEEL like I'm 100 years old after the week I've had. I probably look it too. Maybe he could take me in for show and tell. "See kids! I told you my mom was 100 years old."