There appears to be a gleeful young musician in my hallway this evening.
And a young Rolling Stones fan with a drone in my kitchen. There's also a Wii player in my Glen Den and soon, a Boppy will be here with pizza.
Lily and Jason have a rare night off together and are going on a date to play trivia with Hank!
I asked Maggie if she knew what a date was. She didn't so I told her.
"Mommy and Daddy are going to get all dressed up and go out! And they will kiss, kiss, kiss!"
She liked that idea.
Look what Lily sent over for my belated birthday.
She also sent over a Publix carrot cake which is one of my favorite things on earth.
Lovely, lovely, lovely.
I've been so damn domestic today that it's ridiculous.
I cleaned out my refrigerator and tried to glue some of the plastic bin parts back together because everything made of plastic in that thing is broken or cracked, some to the point where opening a drawer is almost impossible.
It's a little better now.
Thanks, Gorilla Glue!
Actually, I don't think I used Gorilla Glue but some other "maximum adhesive."
Then I peeled and cut up and food-processed a bunch of over-ripe mangoes and now all of that is in the freezer for future use in...something?
I need to learn to make mango daiquiris.
And THEN I ironed.
And so forth.
But now these children are here and Boppy just got home with pizza and I've mediated two arguments and helped Maggie brush her teeth and tried to help with a Wii situation (in vain) and, well, I better go.
You might want to light a candle for me.