My dishwasher continues its dripping. But I'm still happy with it. Nothing like prolonged deprivation to make one appreciate even the rudiments of civilization. Sort of like camping, actually...
The neighborhood children (including mine) are all outside playing a rousing game of kickball. I have no idea how they teleported themselves back to the 1960's, but I am grateful for it. Next thing you know, they'll come running in asking me for KoolAid. Which I will dispense from a smiley-face pitcher, of course...
Have I mentioned my dishwasher? Oh, I have? Do you understand how wonderful it is not to plan my meals around how few dishes it will require me to wash afterwards? I might even start cooking for real again. And now I don't have to yell at the children for using 10 knives to make 3 peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Go ahead, kids! Use all the knives you want!
For sandwich-making, I mean...
Speaking of which (knives, that is), 9-year-old Rachel wanted a Swiss Army knife for her birthday. Yup. Knowing Rachel, that gave us pause; but Larry decided to say yes anyway. Granted, he didn't think how it would look exactly, Rachel hanging out at our neighborhood playground, diligently whittling twigs into sharp pointy sticks as a gaggle of little girls looked on and jostled each other for a chance to hold the knife. I haven't gotten that many dirty looks since my oldest pooped on the slide, aeons ago. So we've told Rachel she can only use her beloved knife in the house. We're nothing if not strict.
If you have time, click on over to the host of 7 Quick Takes - being a Texan, she lets her kids play with scorpions instead of knives.
[KoolAid pitcher image: NewsRealBlog]
[Swiss Army knife image: aceros-de-hispania.com]