It is Sunday and whoo-hoo and yee-haw and praise the Lord and I didn't even make biscuits. I'm just not feeling it today.
I did go out and pick some more green beans and cucumbers and am trying to gird my big-girl-panties-clad loins to don some Publix-appropriate attire and go in and buy the aforementioned things I need to make pickles and then actually make some.
Bless my heart.
So. Here's a funny thing that happened when Owen and Gibson were here and I'd forgotten it but Mr. Moon reminded me of it last night and we had a good giggle.
We were eating our delicious steak dinner and Gibson said, "Did you guys know that Owen can bend forks?"
"What???!!!" we said, thinking of Uri Geller who never met an eating utensil he couldn't bend with the sheer force of his mind. Is our grandson possessed of ancient magical mind-bending abilities?
"Show us!" we said.
"Okay," said Owen. He then picked up his fork and with his two hands, bent it.
Now I have fairly sturdy dinnerware so it wasn't exactly easy for him to do so it was a little bit impressive but he certainly wasn't using any mind-bending techniques.
Glen and I about split a gut laughing, all the while assuring Owen that yes, that was pretty cool.
"Now let your grandfather straighten it back out again," I said.
And he did.
And we ate the rest of our supper and were happy.