gaggle: noun? a group of children chirping in your basement
So, I have a gaggle right now in my house - 10, 8, 7, 6 years old. They are sweet, adorable and absolutely darling. My kids are OK, too. If they stay in the basement I will truly be content. The boys have had fun playing with these two cuties all weekend, and now they are in the basement watching "Herbie: Fully Loaded", eating popcorn, premium plus crackers, chips, and drinking pink lemonade. They seem to be enjoying themselves. I haven't heard a peep out of them. Maybe the basement door is closed.
It is 2:06pm and I am still in my jammies and may change later in the day - to some new jammies. Craig is on the way to the gym and I am kid wrangling for the afternoon. The weather is great. The kids should be outside, but this impromptu carpet picnic was too good to pass up, so it had to be done.
Another busy week, I think. TKD, Spanish, gym, football, bowling banquet and flute lessons. Oh ya - I have to work, as well. Off to Markham tomorrow for a project that needs to be done for Tuesday. Back and forth, back and forth. At 122.0 it kills me to put gas in the van. I might bike there. It'll only take me 8 hours and a coronary. Small price to pay.
Have been doing the dairy free thing for a week now. Feeling pretty good. I don't have the need to MOOO every time I see a glass of milk and my chocolate bar consumption has gone down to zero. Now if only I could be allergic to wheat and vegetables, all would be well. Oh ya, I'm already allergic to vegetables. Those suckers only have to look at me the wrong way and I get hives. Did I tell you Craig was eating spinach (and doing Popeye impersonations)? That stuff is disgusting. It tastes like dirt. I actually had to spit it out and when I did a flower started growing out of it. Bleccc. He says you just need to eat it with dressing. Trust me honey - no dressing on the planet will make me love dirt.