This picture came over the group text this morning. Here's Lily's explanation:
"This girl told her teacher she was frustrated when they talked about their feelings this morning. Reason being I wouldn't give her chocolate for breakfast."
I thought Lily was talking about herself being the teacher but no, it turns out that Maggie has two fifteen minute Zoom sessions a day with a teacher and other students. The teacher told Maggie that she was sorry she was feeling that way but that it's okay to feel frustrated.
But really? Could you turn that girl down if she asked you for chocolate for breakfast?
My pie last night was semi-okay. I ended up making a syrup with the juice from the guava shells and that added a lovely shiny finish to the pie and it was fine. Mr. Moon said he liked it and so did Jessie when she came over this morning. She brought the boys over for me to stay with a little while so that she could go to Costco. Boppy had to go to work and I told him that I was going to sit in his chair with those boys and cuddle them and watch TV the whole time they were here.
I mostly did. August sat on the sofa arm next to me but Levon happily sat with me and damn if I didn't almost fall asleep. That chair is simply soporific. We watched a Goofy movie about Goofy and his son, Max (who knew Goofy had a son named Max?) who went on a vacation together. I have no idea where Mrs. Goofy was. There was some theme about a rock concert and impressing a girl too but I sort of lost the thread about a third of the way through. Even Levon said, "This movie is incredibly long."
I thought he said, "This movie is incredibly wrong," and I agreed with him but no, that's not what he said. He kept saying, "Nong! Nong!"
"What's he saying?" I asked August. I always used to translate for my brother when he was young.
August, without taking his eyes off the TV said, "Nong."
But it turned out he did mean "long."
When Jessie got back she dug up some of the monkey grass in my future herb and flower garden. Or at least where I hope my herb and flower garden will be. She needed some ground cover for their backyard and had actually bought a lot of monkey grass from the nursery before realizing that it was the same as the shit I'm constantly battling in my own yard. I mean, she was paying for something that I'd pay someone to dig up.
So she and Levon and I dug some up and she's taking the other stuff back to the nursery. There were lots of worms.
It's really hard to see but Levon is holding one in that picture. Before we watched TV, the boys and I made bracelets and that is Levon's.
Those beads are all over this house which is the least of my problems.
The Past And Future Worst, if you will.
And we will be trying to heal and undo the damage that man has done for decades.
Thank you. I thought it was Thursday. Seriously.ReplyDelete
Kids and worms. I love it. Outta kids little enough to gather up worms.
Kids and worms- an historically great combination.Delete
Yep. It was Friday. So I guess that today is Saturday.
Utter JOY!!! and yes Maggie can have whatever she wants, always and forever. "What did he say?" NONG, that is the funniest thing I have heard all week! Those little kidlettes make our hearts grow, and I do believe that is a good thing. Hearts got a bit scared into the corner these past four years...ReplyDelete
Cracked me up.
Yes. Kids make our hearts grow. Sometimes too much almost.
your grands always make my day....and yes, Magnolia could have anything she wants for breakfast at my house LOL! OK....so your camelias.....looks like 2 pink perfections....but what is the white one? Quiet home day for me...(like most days) normal house chores....still recuperating from 6 week old sprained (broken) ankle...... getting around fairly well and accomplishing home things. Hubby was sweet and brought home not only a roasted chicken from market.....but my fave Ben and Jerry's ice cream for dessert..... he's a keeper and I am happy tonight- that was so thoughtful of him. 5 days and counting until hopeful chaos and mayhem is gone from our daily lives......I cannot wait for that all to stop....please make it stop.ReplyDelete
And may I extend a hearty congratulation to Mr Pudding at the birth of his granddaughter Phoebe? I am unable to post on his blog.....and his good news started my day on a wonderful note this morning. Congrats Mr and Mrs Pudding ......!
Pretty sure that's a Sea Foam camellia. Isn't it gorgeous? I have another one in the front yard.Delete
Roast chicken AND Ben and Jerry's? Yes. You must keep that guy around.
Four days. Four days now. Please let things be peaceful.
Isn't that wonderful news about Dear Baby Phoebe? I can't wait for pictures!
So you didn't think Chocolate for Breakfast was reasonable and now School knows! *Ha ha ha* I remember when one of the Grands had an obsession for Ravioli at Breakfast, why not... I often eat Breakfast for Dinner. The photo of the Boys with their Bracelets is precious. I can't wait until the Orange Menace is a faded Memory with a tarnished Legacy that will make him worse than any Benedict Arnold as a Treasonous Leader who will go down in History as the Worst President EVER.ReplyDelete
There are worse things a kid could tell a teacher. Right?Delete
Ravioli for breakfast sounds perfectly reasonable to me.
The silence from the Twitt-Uhr-Verse has been heavenly without the Once and Future Ass. I just spent 24hrs with my youngest (of two) grand boy, who turned 6 this week. Time with those Grand boys, the first now a 3.5 hr drive away (hard) is such balm to my soul. Love to all ye Moons! x0x0 N2ReplyDelete
Here's to more balm time with that boy. I know the distance has to be so hard for you.Delete
Love back to you and yours.
I love the translation: what did he say? Nong!ReplyDelete
And thank you for the camellias at the end! Very welcome.
I can't even think about next week, so afraid he might never go away. But I think I'll get some prosecco anyway to celebrate. First since two Christmases ago.
Well, if the inauguration of Joe Biden isn't enough to toast too, nothing is!Delete
You might enjoy getting the tiniest bit tipsy.
And you are welcome for the camellias! I wish I could send everyone a box of them.
I agree with you about a level of PTSD from the last four years. No joke. A daily horror show. A genre I despise.ReplyDelete
Seriously. No humor at all to be found in it.Delete
oh I love the camellias. 4 days. 4 days is all. I wonder if the predicted and planned next stage of the insurrection will still happen now that thousands of national guard are on site and this time they are armed. plus that participants in the first one are being arrested. did you see they arrested that real estate agent from Texas who flew there on a private jet and now she's feeling persecuted since she was only doing what her president asked. talk about white privilege.ReplyDelete
I saw that about that realtor who flew to the "revolution" in her private jet. WTF? This ain't no revolution. It's...I don't even know what it is. Just so very, very wrong.Delete
And now the realtor (and others) are asking him to pardon her (them) before he leaves office...since they were just doing what he asked them to do. Hmm, if he does would that be further evidence of his sedition? Evidently his pals are collecting substantial sums of money from folks hoping to "buy" a pardon. Just another way for the sleaze to make a buck.Delete
I read something about since he was impeached for instigating the insurrection that he can't pardon the participants. don't know how true that is.Delete
I feel like this is easily the longest time we have ever waited for an inauguration.ReplyDelete
Glad Jessie can make use of your monkey grass! We have some in our garden as well, a reddish-purple variety, and it hasn't spread nearly as much as I thought it would.
God. Me too on the wait.Delete
Shall I send you a metric ton of monkey grass? The postage wouldn't be much, would it? I swear, it would survive the journey fine, no matter how long it took.
Don't they still make Cocoa Krispies or Cocoa Puffs? The ultimate Chocolate breakfast!! Turn the milk into chocolate milk. My kids loved them for a treat. Too sweet to be an everyday breakfast.ReplyDelete
Ha! I'm sure they make chocolate cereals still. Hell, I think there's a chocolate Cheerios variety now. My kids used to beg for Cocoa Puffs. I'd say, "Do you think I've lost my mind? No!" I was a strict mother when it came to cereal. Mostly.Delete
Now he wants to give himself a presidential send-off with a band and 21 gun salute or something. What reality does he live in? Why would they do that for someone who belongs in prison? Just say no! We have put up with him for toooooo NONG!ReplyDelete
But, like you pointed out, at least he will be out of the WH!
We will celebrate Biden/Harris!
Love your flowers (and you are tempting me with a photo of that little fiesta pitcher again!)
WHAT? I hadn't heard about him wanting a send-off.Delete
GAG! He should be creeping out under the cover of darkness.
Have you online shopped for a little pitcher yet?
Four more days! "I think it's Friday" made me laugh. I never know what day it is anymore. Sweet babies.ReplyDelete
And why should we know what day it is? Not like we have to be anywhere.Delete
Sweet babies is what everyone needs. Well, maybe not. But I do.
These next few days are going to seem like forever. Adorable little Maggie, I would give her chocolate for breakfast in a heartbeat. Those camellias are the very definition of soft beauty.ReplyDelete
"Soft beauty." Too true.Delete
Maggie has a sort of camellia beauty but she is not very soft!
I agree with you about Trump. Somebody commented won't it be nice to have a "normal" President and go maybe a whole 24 hours without having to hear about him on the news. Maybe it was Obama said that - I'm not sure - but it sure as heck will be nice (not that I think Trump intends to disappear into the ether even when he's no longer President, but at least he will no longer have the nuclear codes)!ReplyDelete
Amen, amen, amen! Fuck! I can't wait!Delete
Bravo to that thought pattern at the end!ReplyDelete
Holding my breath. I think we all are.Delete
He wants a military sendoff. I vote we shoot him out of a cannon. Your camellias ate beautiful. Ps: breakfast at our house? He generally wants a tuna fish sandwich. He will eat the rest of that tuna at lunch time.ReplyDelete