Out Like a Lamb.

Liar.

Boo.

I don't feel like going to school tonight.

Blood = Yucky

Donating = Not Yucky

Like a Peach.

I played (non-competitive) volleyball for work yesterday. Yes, work. A good time was had by all. I woke up sore and bruised. I'm a wimp. (probably not a surprise).

Behold the fierceness of REGISTMATOLOGY!!!!!
(Don't I look like I should be cheering instead?)

Saturday Night Fever.

Miss Mackenzie (aka My Kenzie) came over for to slumber at our house on Saturday night. The girls had a ball playing, cooking, crashing the Barbie jeep, etc. They had a bit of trouble with the slumber part, but it was a good time all around.

Be sure to watch the video at the end. I swear Dave had more fun than the girlies did.

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I'm busy today. Do not bother me.

E-I's Big Girl Unnerwears.

(Eli's underwear)

I Do It.

Three little words.

They apply to a multitude of scenarios, such as:

Me: Hallie, let me help you get dressed.
Hallie: I do it.

Me: Hallie, let me brush your teeth.
Hallie: I do it.

Me: Hallie, let me brush your hair.
Hallie: I do it.

Task times have doubled, and we have a lot of clothes on backward.

My Big Non-Fat Greek Bridal Shower.

Wedding Fantasy.

Friend Dylan recently proposed to Friend Mikki. Mikki made the mistake of coming in to chat with me about her future nuptials.

Now I'm obsessed with their wedding plans. Specifically using hay bales.

Weekend Starbucks Order.

May I please have a Venti Non-Fat, Extra-Wine Greek Bridal Shower?

Pictures tomorrow.

I am on Spring Break.

And I've been busy.

Dressing kids up in drag:


Enjoying the Dance Class Divas:


Letting my kid pee in the yard:


Spending entirely too much time in my robe and glasses (scary!):


Hanging out with friends:


Baking cookies:


Smashing cookies:


Spending time with THIS:

I Got Nuthin'.

I really have nothing to write about today. Lame - I know.

Fraternal Twins.

At age 15.5, my Columbia Grandparents gifted me with an 1988 Toyota Corolla Hatchback, aka, the Red Rider.

She was a lovely reddish-orange color with racing stripes down the side. She had character-building barbed-wired scratches from when I went through a barbed-wire (duh) fence. I loved that car.

So you can imagine my DELIGHT when I spotted this baby last night. Separated at birth.

Girlscout Cookies.

I have two boxes sitting next to me. They were on my desk in a walmart bag when I walked in this morning.

I just ate one. (edited: one COOKIE - not the whole box).

Devil cookies.

Bedhead.

Should that be two words? Or just the one? Hmm.