Oh yeah, well I have a mirror...

Thank you for encouraging me to continue to blog.
I appreciate the reminder that I can write whatever I want.
And that the FS community understands where I'm coming from.
And that this process IS crazy.
And that I am entertaining.
And that without the blog to vent I may get nuttier than my mother-in-law's fruit cake. (She really does make fruit cake and pays a lot to ship that brick at Christmas.)

I made my husband take all three kids to soccer practice last night and I went to the mall. All alone. He asked if I was looking for anything in particular... I just glared at him and he cowered in fear. He sensed I was about to tell him I was looking for my ever-lovin' lost mind at Ann Taylor, I think. Tonight is German-Double-Dose. So, it was good to get out. I played with an ipad in the Apple store. I told the Apple "genius" that he had fabulous eyebrows and he grinned and said "Thank you, I work so hard at them." So, I think I made his week.

Here's a fun little random thing that happens in our house.

Almost daily, either during or after breakfast, my two boys have a kind-hearted (really!) discussion that starts something like this:

B (age 9) : (pointing at S's face) "Pfft, I just blasted your face."

S (age 7) : "No, you didn't because I had up a shield."

B: "No, my blaster can blast through shields."

S: "My shield is made of Titanium."

B: "My blaster is specially made for Titanium shields."

S: "Well, I blasted you at the same time and my blast destroyed your blast in mid-air and my blast was stronger and actually overpowered your blast and turned you to dust."

B: (holding up hand) "I had a mirror up, you just turned yourself to dust."

S: (Looks at me)

Me: (I'm making lunches and laughing to myself. ) "B, that isn't a mirror you have, it's duct tape."

B: "Ohhhhh! Well, I'm made of holograms, so I am not really where you think I am."

S: "Well, I have heat-seaking lasers that find life anywhere it hides."

B: "I am wearing a heat-hiding suit."

I have to say that each verbal exchange is met with, "Ooh, good one..."

Finally it ends with me saying, "Okay, go brush your teeth, I have breath-smelling lasers that can seek out stinky boys."