Holiday potluck! What a treat. Step right in and have a seat.
Really, I will stop with the rhyme thing.
This is the first potluck in the new place so I think catering might be my best option. I don’t want to have to leave the party to
Ryan(7) had a friend(6) over last week and Reid(4) was doing some little-brother-attention-seeking-behavior that was about to get him into trouble. I didn’t want to embarrass him in front of his older brother and guest so I pulled him aside and whispered into his ear some suggestions to improve his behavior. He responded by screaming, “I HEAR YOU!” like he was eavesdropping on our conversation.
A few dear readers have arrived after Googling, “Ward Cleaver Nirvana”. *light bulb moment* Could that be my next expansion step in my quest for worldwide blog domination?
I also have become a source for beaver trapping information seekers. I sure hope my wardrobe suggestions come in handy for them. Glad to help the Beaver Trappers of America fight the frump.
Reid(4) was sitting in the back seat of the minivan in the middle of a drive without any context he asked, “so am I going to marry a girl or what?”
Speaking of minivans, this is very funny!
This week I am changing up the fruit bowl thing a bit:
This week I am making it, “What is in Holly’s large rubbermaid food storage container”….
potatoes? nope.
sweet potatoes? nope.
rotten sweet potatoes? nope. (sorry, MoscowMom)
small watermelon? nope.
It is….
a mouse. A LIVE MOUSE. A live mouse that I trapped underneath my dining room table. A live mouse that I trapped underneath my dining room table in competition with my cat.
All God’s creatures love Holly.
One more reason NOT to eat left-overs at my house.
My niece graduated from highschool on Saturday. It was a beautiful graduation and it was fun to see extended family. Congratulations Allison!
Happy Memorial Day!
You have way too many animals…..
Mouse??? Yikes! When is trash day? Mice do not deserve to be let free, unless they are lame and you see a hawk nearby.
KEEP BELIEVING
Live mouse in house?
I also love your new look. And, you are a brave, mouse-trapping girl. We had one get a bit toasty in the wiring behind our stove once. Blech. That will put you off potluck.
Love what you have done with the place, very very cool!!
Beaver trapping and fighting frump. You do not fool around, woman!
PS- love the pimped out new look. Very snazzy.
You’re like snow white. Pretty soon, there will be whitetail deer in your fruit bowl 😉
Cute questions from Son! What did you say?
About the mouse…..
Maybe you should start an extermination service (or relocation service) of some sort. You seem to have an unnatural talent with all God’s creatures!
And I’m glad you caught it! I stupidly tried to save one from a cat once, and picked it up. (Not one of my brighter moments.) IT BIT ME! (What was I expecting?) Went through the whole rabies scare and all. Trapping is a much better plan!
You know, you just make me feel like such an amateur when I see what you’ve done with your blog. And I do love the thought eruptions from that age – ” … or what?” When we get older, we know it is not appropriate to just blurt out things: we get blogs instead and write posts.
Do you think Reid was asking your permission? If you have even 1/1000th of the Texas evil mil in you, he should definitely start asking NOW. Maybe by the time he’s 25 you’ll agree? 😉
Hmmm, I think I’m projecting a bit in this comment.