I got a text from my ex the other day.
In it, he told me how terrible he feels right now.
I got a text from my ex the other day.
In it, he told me how terrible he feels right now.
I make decisions for the kids all the time, of course.
I doubt those decisions all the time. Of course.
I dropped Z and M off at their French summer camp this morning. It’s a day camp that they’ll be attending three days a week most weeks from now until they go back to school in September.
M sings ‘Fish Heads,’ with the assistance of Z….
You know, in case you haven’t had your fill of ‘cute’ today.
Just about two months ago, I posted this about my sister calling me out of the blue.
To set the stage a bit, my sister and I have never gotten along. Ever. We are like oil and vinegar. I can say I’ve tried to get along with her, to help her. I imagine she would say that she’s tried to get along with me, though, I think most who know both of us would say we both have very different ways of making that effort.
Overheard this as the kids were getting ready for school this morning…
M: I wish I could walk on the ceiling.
Z: You actually can.
M: How?
Z: All you need to do is put a jet-pack on upside down and then do a hand stand. The jet-pack will shoot you up to the ceiling.
M: No. I mean without jet-pack. We don’t have a jet-pack.
Z: Oh, then you’d need to have zero gravity.
I’ve mentioned before that I love overhearing the conversations that Z and M have while I’m in one room and they’re in another.
This morning’s?
A blog post today from StephiCakes made me want to post another of these. Oh, and I’m procrastinating again…
Charmed, I'm sure.
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