Day 10: Ballet and a new table

buttonToday had its ups and downs.  I could whine and complain about my ear, but I won’t.  You don’t want to hear about that.  I don’t even want to hear about it.  Let’s talk about the fun parts of the day!

This morning when he left for work, Perry took Rachael and Becca to drop them at a friend’s house for a late birthday present: a trip to see Cinderella by Ballet San Antonio!  They loved it!

Speaking of ballet, several of the girls attended a performance of The Nutcracker many years ago, but while they did enjoy it, they didn’t appreciate the men’s costumes.  Apparently those costumes left little to the imagination, and my young girls came home embarrassed and giggling.  That particular play will forevermore be referred to as The Buttcracker.  If you think that’s bad, just keep in mind that it’s an attempt to redirect attention from what else was on display that fateful day.

Next on the agenda: I bought a table and chairs from Craigslist.  It was a spectacular deal on a table almost exactly like the one we bought 15 years ago, except for two differences: the old one didn’t come with 6 chairs, and the new one doesn’t look like it’s been used by a horde of angry savages for 15 years.

I was going to help – I promise I was, but they beat me to it.
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First, a little flexing to get the blood going.  This table is heavy.

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They’ve got this.  No sweat.

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An hour of scrubbing, 5 minutes of assembly, and the clock has been turned back 15 years, except Kaitlyn is no longer 3 years old and 3 feet tall.  She’s still a little weird, though.  I’m not sure that will ever change.

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Umm…who was watching the little ones while we worked?  Apparently, no one.

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Later in the day, I grabbed a bodyguard and went to pick up my latest Craigslist deal, a sweet deal on over 300 lbs. of weights.  We missed the 1,000 free crickets, though.  You win some, you lose some.

Sorry, Phineas.  Better luck next time.

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Wait, did I say Kaitlyn was weird?  She’s not the only one.

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Not by a long shot.

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Shhh.  I think it runs in the family.

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What do you think?

 

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Comments

  1. I’ve gotta say….lately there are SO many blog posts about back to school time and whatever else blah blah blah. And yet, I’m LOVING your day to day stuff that you write about. On facebook I’ll roll my eyes when people write about their plans for the day and I’ll think “who cares” but I find that I DO CARE about what you are doing. I’m having so much fun reading your posts. The wittiness and sarcasm is totally up my alley. Thanks for letting me look forward to opening your emails! :)
    P.S. I am glad I’m not the only one who says her daughters are weird. :) They just grin and say “yep!” :)

    • Tiffany, my kids take it as a compliment to be called weird. They have no desire to blend with the crowd and be mistaken for (gasp!) normal. I bet they’d get along very well with your kids!

  2. Is that a wig? Because the color totally works on her complexion. She could absolutely carry it off! Your daughters are so beautiful, and it reminds me of the situation I’ll be in in a few years with 5 teenaged girls… I might have to reconsider my stand on gun ownership at that time. LOL!

  3. I remind my 11 yo daughter that she is unique and interesting. In truth she is kind of weird. So am I. So are we all it seems. I remind her that she is who God wanted her to be and that if someone doesn’t want to be her friend because she’s weird, then they dot appreciate personality and thus she is better off not being friends with them :)

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