Earlobe Rehab and other Friday Miscellany
This morning Kayla informed me that she named her fingernails.
and Pinky. Of course.
Fang is the thumb. Which means we need to trim that one.
So that’s weird. And gross.
“It’s Friday. Friday. Gotta Get Down on Friday…”
I know it is SOOO 8 weeks ago and she’s already been covered on Glee.
But it won’t leave my head.
Are you one of the 137,886,272 that have seen this?
The good news is that there are 6,852,472,823 that have not.
But you know, I do not envy Rebecca Black.
She’s got some big decisions to make.
Like whether or not she wants to kick it in the front seat?
Or maybe in the back seat?
These two like to kick it in the dog bed.
A dog bed that I bought after our move and was never used.
We have carpet in our new house.
Apparently, Kobi thinks the whole floor is his bed.
So it’s working out well.
Most of you know our littlest is addicted to my earlobes.
So we checked her into earlobe rehab on Sunday night.
Me and my ears enjoyed a green tea frapp and carrot cupcake in peace.
While Dave sleep trained a 4 year old.
And it’s actually working out quite well.
She and Dora chat about it until they fall asleep.
I love that the powers that be feel the need to explain to
parents of preschoolers what vomiting and/or diarrhea is.
So far, so good. Which is fabulous news.
Super Bug is not welcome at rehab.
Frappy Hour! From 3-6 each afternoon all Starbucks frapps are half price.
I’m loyal to my green tea, 3 scoops macha, light whip blended in.
But I’m about a pump away from perfecting the new Mocha Coconut by voiding it of all coffee taste.
I know. Big goals.
Speaking of goals, the Sharks got 3. The dumb Wings got 2.
My husband is happy.
They play more on Sunday.
That’s about all I know.
Happy Friday, friends!