Mr. Pinkie is back at work today after 2 days off. The kids are actually playing happily together (yes, it is alarming), and I just finished cleaning up the breakfast mess. Speaking of a mess, our local station that carries American Idol has dropped it's service, conveniently, during the Tuesday performances and then also the results show last night. WHAT THE HECK and OMG all at the same time.
When it happened Tuesday, I was livid. Last night, after I washed the kids and finished our goodnight kiss/kiss/sing/sing, we were so excited to hit the TIVO and be able to see the results after having missed Tuesday night's show. Well, imagine my FURY when the screen read:
NO NEED TO CALL US. WE ARE EXPERIENCING TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES.
As if that is ANY kind of excuse. ARRGGHH!!!
Sam asked me for hot bologna this morning. I promise that I'm not married to my uncle and there is no vehicle propped up on cinder blocks in our front yard. I didn't even know the kid knew what hot bologna was. He knew what he was talking about. He ate it like it was his last meal along with 3 cinnamon rolls and a gigantic glass of chocolate milk. Could you ask for anything more nutritious? Speaking of bologna, I hope Sanjyah was voted off.
Yesterday the weather was great, and we were able to eat all 3 meals outside on our new patio furniture in between garden work, tree fort construction, and yard cleaning. Supper was amazing. What is it about working outside all day that makes your appetite something akin to a wild animal? Daddy Pinkie grilled THE best burgers, chicken wings, and sausages. We also had potato salad, beans, and macaroni salad with black olives, tomatoes, and artichoke hearts. Made me want to slap somebody's mama...but not mine. She fights back. HA.
We're pretty much just hanging out here until Daddy Pinkie gets home from work. He has senior portraits this afternoon, and then we plan on going to Discovery Zone, the park, or some such place. Jack is hoping for Discovery Zone. Bless his poor, nerdy heart. He wants to go back to the paper airplane exhibit and launch more planes. My dad took off of work to spend some time with the kids, which is ironic seeing as how we have to twist most people's arms to spend time with us, and Jack wants to eat Mexican food with him.
Sam just asked Jack for help building a marble run. Jack told him, "Do it yourself. Use your imagination." To which Sam replied, "I don't have any imagination." HAHAHA!
OHHH! Our driveway people just rolled in with some giant machinery! We're getting a driveway extension/circle, and Sam is about to explode! Better go check in..
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