1. We're headed out to the parish mission. Dave is encouraging the boys to prepare themselves for Mass. They are singing "Born to be Wild." They know every word.
2. Tim asks me, "Mom, have you ever played mailbox baseball?" He is both shocked and disappointed by my answer.
3. Ainsley pilfered through Dave's wallet and made off with his credit card.
(Can I just admit here and here alone that a teeny part of me chuckled over this? I mean, this kind of thing happens to me time and again, and it all seems so very preventable to other people. I know, I know -- very small minded of me.)
Well, John was making a fort with every cushion we possess and came running with a shiny piece of plastic. Credit card recovered! If only mine turned up so fast.
4. The broken dryer? The one that has had me putting my head in the sand and pretending it's working just fine thankyouverymuch? Turns out someone had switched it to gentle cycle. Yet another problem solved!
5. Temperatures? Eighties and NO HUMIDITY! No doubt the heat will fire one last shot across the bow, but this has been pure bliss. I was actually cold for a fleeting moment Wednesday night.
6. School started Tuesday. Guess when I inventoried the school supply lists? Monday.
I don't plan to make a habit of this, but I have to point out that The Eleventh Hour has its advantages. First, I panicked because the middle school supply list included a few obscure items. Second, I realized that Hurricane Irene had brought bizarre weather our way and that a shock and awe shopping marathon was not an option while tornadoes were a possibility. Third, I scrounged, scrounged, scrounged.
Turns out we had a veritable cornucopia of school supplies in various nooks and crannies. I think I saved us a fortune.
I had to buy four items -- glue, a sturdy Bible, a water color pad, and a protractor. I actually found a protractor tucked away, but, oddly enough, it's pink. How we ended up with a pink protractor, I'm not sure. I would have sent Tim in with a red one, a striped one, even a yellow one. But pink? Not happening.
7. Alert friend Rachel just pointed out that I have a sticker on my sunglasses. You know, the sticker that comes with the sunglasses. Those would be the sunglasses I bought weeks ago. Why haven't I noticed this? Because how often do you pick up your sunglasses while wearing your reading glasses? I probably have cleaned my sunglasses and never even saw the blooming sticker. Oy.
That's all, folks.