Death to Our Camera

It's gone.

For good.

The hockey goal, hockey stick, and big rubber ball live on.

But the camera does not.

It was an accident.

And Dallas is really sorry.

The Champ

What this blog needs is a good "I love Dallas" post.

And not just because Dallas has been holding down the fort while I've been battling pneumonia. (Of the walking variety. Although I've been doing more laying than walking.) He has been WRASTLING three (no, make that four) very demanding women the past week. When I married him, I thought, "He really is going to make such a great husband and father."

But wait.

Now we are here.

And he is such a great husband and father. I've never seen a more devoted dad. These girls are so lucky.

And I love you, Dallas.

Spotted

I think he's the real one.

(Alpharetta, Georgia, Costco, November 14, 2009)

What the World Needs Now . . .

. . . is love, sweet love. . . .

R.I.P., My Dearest

Dearest water bottle
Of my early-married life,
I've drunken from your waters
E'er since I became a wife.

You've traveled 'cross the country
Wherever I did go
To Virginia Beach and Malibu
And Utah in the snow.

But now we've moved to Georgia
And your parts are wearing thin.
I'll take a little sip and find
Your fibers on my chin.

I'm sad I must replace you
With a giant Nascar cup
But we all need some white trash
In our life, so FILL 'ER UP!



Sniffle.

To Be a Fly on the Wall

EW! MOM! Choobs is picking her nose!" exclaimed Raleigh, aghast.

Madeline to Raleigh: "YOU pick your nose!"

"No I don't!" she lied.

"Yes you do," said Madeline. "I pick my nose," said Madeline. "It's a really bad habit. . . . I should try not to. Ew, Choobs, that is so GROSS! Mom, that is REALLY GROSSING ME OUT THAT CHOOBS IS PICKING HER NOSE. Yeah, I think I should stop picking my nose. THAT IS REALLY GROSSING ME OUT!"

"Well, I don't," lied Raleigh again.