The 13-year-old went to a pool party on Saturday, and I wanted to share the spunky invite he received for this party, which came via U.S. Postal Service two weeks ago. The bright orange, number 10, Business-sized envelope was addressed with a thin purple marker and many stars, clouds, and curliques covered the empty spaces. After he (remember, young teen BOY) opened the envelope, he unfolded the white copy paper the invite was printed on and read it silently before he tossed it onto the kitchen counter and said, “Hmm. Okay.” I picked it up and was delighted at the wording; reminds me of…well, ME, at that age. Okay, at…
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If Baby #2 Is a Girl and They Name Her Melisa, I Will REALLY Freak Out.
I actually woke myself up from a dream this morning, laughing. I have been dying to blog about it all day and now that I can actually sit down and do it, I’m thinking that it may not entertain all of you as much as it entertained me, but I’m going to give it a shot. First, the disclaimer: The following scenario is completely a dream. My dream, in fact. There is not an ounce of anything that has really happened–ever–in this story with the exception of my drinking the occasional Diet Rite and Julie/Jules being my sister and frequent concert companion. This account is merely for entertainment purposes. The…
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Worth So Many Words
My new favorite photo? This one, of my three guys. The other Scout parent who went on the Sea Kayak Georgia trip just gave us a CD containing his fabulous photos. I love when you find photographic evidence of a bonding experience, don’t you?