The Boneses and Marcel

Let me say upfront, I know Boneses doesn't look right, but it is. I Googled it. And everyone knows you can believe everything you Google.

This was a "whole family weekend", according to Libby. She loves it when the four of us are all home together. Yesterday, we went to lunch and then saw The Lorax, complete with popcorn and Pepsi, which is our girls favorite part of any movie. You can't tell from this picture, but the mall was packed when we got out of the theater, which made me wonder, "What are they all doing here?" The people watching is entertaining and the girls love the play area, but there are just too many people for me. Also, summer cannot get here fast enough. I guess I don't mind a crowd, just outside where we're not all breathing all over each other. I think my return to the classroom has turned me into a germ-a-phobe.

We left the mall and headed for Bebo and Uncle Boneses' (Dave and Becky's) house. Bebo is doing great. She came over on Friday night and I got some great pictures of her with the girls, and her not-so-bald-anymore head, but she hasn't authorized those pictures to go public yet, so you'll just have to trust me. She's got hair! Woot Woot!

If you haven't seen Marcel the Shell with Shoes On, or Marcel the Shell with Shoes On Part 2 you have to watch them both. We love them, and Bebo got the book for our girls. They spent some time reading and snuggling....

....while I spent some time snuggling with Buddy Bones, the handsome yellow lab.

Girly

Today she rode in a tutu and Mary Janes....

I caught her on the back deck this afternoon standing on her adirondack chair and bowing for her (I'm assuming) audience and waving to her fans. The applause in her head must be really loud. Tomorrow....autographs.

A Good Man

The other night Shane and I had this exchange:

Me: You know, sometimes you're kind of an a--, and you're getting worse.

Shane: Well, you're not always such a peach yourself.

Me: Oh yeah? Give me an example where that's true.

Shane: Um, how about right now.

Touché.

I can (sometimes) give credit where it's due, however, and this guy was our hero last weekend. On Saturday, the girls were pretending to wrap gifts with a box and a container they'd retrieved from the recycle bin. They asked for tissue paper and tape and got busy making their "gifts". On Sunday morning, when Daddy left to go fishing, Libby insisted he take hers with him because now instead of a present, it was a "fish box". Peyton loved this idea and was eager for him to take hers too. Not only did he take them, but he made sure to let the girls know they were an important part of his trip. Good man, that one....

Bait Container

Look for the tail coming out of the top of the box....

Fish Box

The Jig is Up.

Okay, I don't know why I ever grinched about jury duty. They were very happy I came. They gave me free parking and let me bring in my Starbucks salted carmel mocha. There was a t.v. turned to The View and then Rachel Ray. They showed me a video that illustrated what an important part of our judicial system I played just by being there, even if my number wasn't called for a trial. They paid me ten dollars and made me more coffee. Aside from checking in, nobody spoke to me. No one demanded a single thing of me the whole time. Not one. I had my iPhone for company and actually Laughed Out Loud a couple of times at my friends and their funny texts. When I got bored with that, I downloaded Tina Fey's Bossypants and then read it and lol'd some more. When they dismissed me at noon, I met Shane and the girls for lunch out. Are you kidding me? Jury duty is the best kept secret on God's green Earth. A staycation of sorts. I'm calling in tonight to see if they'll let me come again tomorrow....

Duty

I've been lamenting the jury summons sitting on the kitchen counter for a month now. I called the automated recording tonight to see if my number came up. It did. Ugh. That means I have to report to jury duty tomorrow. Double Ugh. I have to write sub plans. Ugh Ugh Ugh. I'm all for doing my duty, but tomorrow is early release day at school and we have two assemblies; one in the morning and one in the afternoon. I never have such an easy day at school. What's worse is that we could end up having a snow day, but I'll have written sub plans and I'll still have jury duty. Bah Humbug. I was grinching to Shane about it tonight within earshot of Peyton. She stopped what she was doing, ran over to me, got right up in my face and said frantically, "But Mom! Will you still have your huh (hair)!?!"

I smiled and said, "Yes baby. I have jury duty, not chemotherapy."

I'm done complaining. I'll happily go to jury duty tomorrow. Thank you my Pea Pie, for a healthy dose of perspective.

Aid

Peyton after prayers:

"Mom, but how can God hear us? Cause he has hearing aides?"

Rainy Riders

Look for these highlights: the wedgie pick at 20 seconds, and some love at 1:14.