It was phone day–sister, nephew, sister again. I spent all afternoon doing that. Love my family and am grateful when I can help. I finished reorganizing in the kitchen while I talked. You’d think I’d run out of places to reorganize, but I never seem to. I swear, I keep things tidy.
When you were a kid, did you keep your school desk tidy? I’d start every year vowing my desk would be pristine all year. It never held, but I did organize it once in awhile. My daughter had a teacher who got angry at her messy desk, yelled at her and knocked the desk over, then made her stay after school to clean it up. I came in while daughter was on the floor, sobbing and sorting. I was not happy.
Oh, I remember that old tradition of lighting candles and blowing them out before company coming, but only candles on the dining room table. I always thought the idea was that you dined refined all the time.
Moooom, yay for Roxie. I think the kid has to be ready for potty training to work. I knew a mom who bragged that her six-month-old was potty trained. Of course, it meant the MOM was trained, not the baby. Anyway, Roxie strikes me as a person who knows her own mind and does things on her own terms. Hmm, where would she get those admirable qualities?
I think the main difference is that street tacos are smaller and always made with soft (not crunchy) tortillas. I’ve never had a bad street taco.
MetalMouse, glad the first practice went well. Those girls are lucky to have you. I once had a class with three–yes, three–sets of twins. Fortunately, only one set was identical, and I could tell them apart. Are the twins on your team identical?
Swampy, glad you survived vestry.
Time for a bath and then bed. G’night!