For some inexplicable reason, I have had the song "Eternal Flame" by the Bangles going through my head all day long.
Someone actually thought this was a good idea.
Vicki and I are excited for Girl Scout camp this weekend. Lexi, on the other hand, is beside herself. She would have been packed two weeks ago if I'd let her.
Yesterday Ellie "decorated" herself:
Why is it that as soon as a load of laundry reaches the point of no return, by which I mean it's too late to add anything else to the washer, someone pees their pants or spills something stainful all over themselves?
Have I mentioned before how much I love laundry? No? It is the bane of my existence. People in my house should just go naked. I'd be a much happier person, although my children would probably need therapy. Not to mention the children I babysit.
Sunshine is so nice.
Do you think everyone sees color the same way? Do trees look purple to other people? Only we all know trees are "green", so we all call the color we see green, even though it looks to you how purple looks to me? Does anyone else's head nearly explode from wondering this kind of thing?
Sometimes I have days where I think if one more person touches me I will fall apart.
Whining does not get you what you want. Just thought I'd throw that in there in case my kids read this.
Going camping tomorrow with 14 little girls. Good times.