Too bad I haven't lost my appetite.
Anyway, the kids did come over and a few things happened.
This came first. Gibson got the Lincoln Logs canister stuck on his head. I thought we were going to have to call the midwife to get it off but we managed.
I know. I shouldn't have stopped to take his picture but I was pretty sure he wasn't in mortal danger. Or pain either, for that matter.
Peanut butter cookies. We made them. This is how.
They were delicious and had green sprinkles on them. I found Gibson eating two at once in the bathroom after I told him he couldn't eat any more.
Punishment was swift and terrible.
And if you believe that, you haven't been around here very long.
Boppy came home and before I knew it, Maggie looked like this.
"How'd you do that?" I asked my husband.
"I sang her a song and she was so bored she fell asleep."
I asked him if he wanted me to go put her on the bed but he said that no, they were fine right there.
And they were.
Then Maurice scratched and bit Owen's ear. For no reason.
There was no blood so I guess he'll be okay.
Then he and I played some cards. Luckily for me, his daddy came before he beat the hell out of me.
And there you go.
I better go make supper because did I mention I haven't lost my appetite?
At least for food.
If I'm dying, I'm going to die fat if not happy.