And I thought Rachel's predicting my imminent demise was bad....my friend's son Jack (who is all of 5) walks around their house picking up items and saying, "When you're dead, can I have this?" Which is disconcerting enough, of course; but it becomes a thousand times worse when he asks the same thing of his visiting (and elderly) grandmother. He and Rachel would make quite a pair, don't you think so?
My friend called yesterday to remind me that I was hosting the boys' and girls' clubs for our homeschool group - in 20 minutes. My reaction?
I guess it had sort of slipped my mind. The good news is, it takes less than 20 minutes for me and the kids to scoop up all the detritus in our main living areas and deposit it in a heap on my bed. Oh, and close the door to the trash pit we call the laundry room. And all the bedroom doors, too. By the time people showed up, I was sitting on the couch, trying to smile and look relaxed (and breathing really hard).
Today, we watched it rain. And rain. And rain. The Midwest is inundated with snow, all the New England bloggers are complaining about the snow, it even snowed in Texas today, for heaven's sake; but we get rain. That bothers me. I wish someone would send their extra snow our way....
Oh, and Happy Groundhog's Day, y'all!