Things have been a little slow in the news department around the old homestead.
The Christmas tree is down, but the stockings are still up…..it’s a process people.
The Studmuffin, Boy-Child and Bean are out of town this week, leaving Kelly and I to bask in our, “Sweet Silence, Testosterone Free, Eat frozen dinners every night, watch every musical and episode of Gilmore Girls” blissdom.
My #2 daughter is moving home because she is thinking she wants to prepare to go on a mission for our church. Obviously this is one of those cases of--- the child turned out all splendid and spiritual IN SPITE of what her Mother did or didn’t do. It will be lovely having her here but hard to have to say good-bye again so soon. She also took her State boards and is a licensed Cosmetologist! Huzzah!
My refrigerator may or may not be sustaining a life form or two that makes me afraid to open the door.
Speaking of unidentified life forms in unexpected places…… (like that lead in, huh, huh???)
This is my double seater jacuzzi bath tub.
Those are 4 of my children.
They all have their swimming suits on.
That is some of the bath jelly I made for my girls for Christmas.
Guess it really does foam up just fine.
I have no idea how this came about.
I blame this all on their Father’s genes.
I only lasted long enough to get the pictures.
The party lasted for quite awhile, I heard.
I am still finding crusty bubbles in unexpected places…………..help me………