Our family loves Christmas and Christmas lights and the more we put up the brighter it is. That is one of the most redundant statements ever. Every year we go through the lights to see if there are any to be salvaged from last years supply of twinkle lights. So far so good.
Only half of them work.
Never fear our kids are on the job and that is why all the lights are on the floor. It’s going to be awesome. Plus Declan is crying because he doesn’t want to put on his socks and boots. Poor baby. So I ask Kathleen for the second time, “Could you please put on his socks and boots for me?” My wild eyes, wide open as if they’re about to pop out of my head. It’s a look that most kids are accustomed to seeing 90 percent of the time.
Tyree is trying to find out prices for piano movers and so far we have bids for $175 and $250, wow we are really getting some awesome deals out there… I was thinking more the line of $50, but what do I know. I could always jimmy rig some contraption like my mom suggested to my dad and roll it down the sidewalk. So cute and frugal. Except my dad gave her the wild eyes wide open look that said, “You are insane and I thought it was just me but after 34 years of marriage you just proved it in the presence of others.” So dad did what mom said and when they moved their piano again they paid someone else to do it, because rolling it down the sidewalk from my house to my parents house just wasn’t the best idea ever.
Touche´. Whatever that means…
We were in the Ozarks for about three weeks and one of the places we visited was Mount Magazine and in this picture are one of the many pull over spots to stretch your legs and climb something.
I actually had my camera this time.
The first two weeks we were gone I had depended on Tyree to bring my camera and the camera got left on the table, at home, in the school room and locked up for two lonely weeks without it’s master. Then when we came home to pick up a few things, I made sure that I depended on myself to get my camera in the van. So when we left I asked Tyree in a panicked voice, “Did you bring my camera?” Tyree said with a twinkle in his eye, “Why, yes I did, sweetheart.”
I’m so glad he is dependable.
When we arrived at our second campsite I got my camera out of the van and started to take a picture. Then I realized that the switch was turned to “on” and my battery was dead! To keep my blog kosher I’ll refrain from my ungodly thoughts that I was thinking at that moment and just say this instead…
There now, I’m all better.
P.S. Touché means, “Good point.” I looked it up.
P.S.S. The above story about my mom and dad is strictly hearsay and is a figment of my imagination and should not be taken literally. According to my mom the “piano story” is in fact untrue. Thanks for the correction mom. (wink,wink)