Welcome to a brand new week friends! Happy Monday. How about some weekday wackiness?
Let’s just run down all the funniness in my life right now.
I have this fancy electric toothbrush. I don’t love it. My dentist basically talked me into buying it. I have some gum problems (not chewing gum, the gums that hold my teeth in my head) and she said this silly toothbrush would help. Now I already have a run of the mill electric toothbrush that I paid maybe $35 for. But it wasn’t doing the trick. So now I have this “only available at your dentist office” toothbrush, and I’m sure she’s getting a trip to Tahiti because I bought the stinkin’ thing.
The point? It’s a wily toothbrush. And it doesn’t come with a warning that you should keep the little spinny brush away from your HAIR. As I pulled the toothbrush out of my mouth to spit, it caught a piece of my hair hanging down and spun the strands lickety-split. (Am I writing a cartoon strip? Wily? Spinny? Lickety-split? Who am I?) I could NOT get my hair out. I detached the top of the brush from the base of the electric toothbrush. There it hung. My kids came in. Cracked up. I had to CUT OUT a piece of my hair to extract the toothbrush.
The boys and I had lunch with my friend and her boys after their (cold and windy!) baseball game Saturday. She was cracking up telling me about this “news” story she’d heard on an NPR program talking about flatulence in animals. In their serious NPR voices. One of her boys said, “Flatulence?” I asked, does anyone know what that means? One of mine said “FARTS!” The four boys proceeded to use fart language in every sentence laughing themselves silly. That poor restaurant. You mommas of girls have no idea what you’re missing out on…
I’ve talked about my obsession with Pioneer Woman. I basically haven’t been able to mess up her recipes. Well, I just hadn’t had enough time. Yesterday, after a busy weekend, I was meal-prepping and the kids were vegging. I’d polled the kids and as a result planned hamburger soup for dinner last night, sloppy joes for tonight, and chicken pot pies for tomorrow night (all Pioneer Woman and all beef subbed with turkey). These are tried and true. But I decided to throw in her cheddar biscuits. How is it possible to mess up biscuits? With cheese? And green chilis (my add)? They were flavorless and dry and only usable when dipped in the soup. My kids, massive bread eaters, wouldn’t touch them.
So if you try really hard, you can mess up Pioneer Woman recipes (although I still don’t know how).
There’s other silliness going on. Like my kids getting in the pool in April when it’s still too cold (of course before the wintry blast this weekend) and sneaking into neighbors backyards to retrieve wayward balls and finding random Easter eggs a week after the hunt… You? What’s your crew up to?
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