Priorities

I switched back to aluminum. I don't care if my body can hold up artwork on my refrigerator like a magnet, I don't want to stink. Yesterday, when I went to hug a friend goodbye, there was a tiny voice in my head shouting, "And you know you smell good too!"

Priorities.

Tonight, between dish washing, vacuuming, taking out the garbage and the recycling, I slipped into the computer room...
to look at the Tim Holtz site which I try to do at least once a day.
 My right arm, extended over the desk, is numb and tingly. So, I scoot the chair closer to the keyboard. No good. I draw my arm back, lift it over my head and wiggle my fingers. I try again to put my hand back on the keyboard, but OW! So I lift it up and do some shoulder rolls.

Now before you start planning my funeral, I have had this issue with my arm for some time. Sometimes I wake up in the night and think it's surely the moment when I go to the doctor and just ask them to remove this lump that I apparently sleep on regularly. The downside to a tempurpedic mattress? When you sleep heavy, parts of your body get squished.

After the shoulder rolls and an acknowledgement that maybe I've done too much today, I reach again for the keyboard... OW! Dont. care. must. see. new... Tim Holtz sizzix dies...

Priorities.

Today, we had a tea party. With real tea.*
The kids giggled, "It's water isn't it!"
"Nope, real tea".
"It's hot chocolate!"
"Nope, real tea".

Their little faces were billboards for confusion.
It was herb tea. THE BEST HERB TEA I HAVE EVER FOUND!! And if I was the type to regress, I would really expound on this incredibly yummy thing I have found...

Anyway, I made everyone come to the table dressed for tea. The result was interesting...

You would think I could have served scones with cream or cucumber sandwiches, but there's leftovers to be eaten and no Husband to take care of that department for us, so Sloppy Joe tea it was.

We also had grapes.
The kids like to stuff them up under their upper lip and entertain each other with their ape-like faces.

I am a firm believer in playing with your food at the table-- great conversations come from it.

The little guy shouts, "Look, J2 already has a mustache, you can see it!"
We all giggle and go on with our conversation and he adds,
 "I'm going to have a mustache too. I want a French one".

We really laughed over that, until I googled it. I guess there is a French mustache:

Zazzle image

So, instead of packing...

or finishing the laundry...

or preparing for the day tomorrow,



I grant my little guy's wish.

Priorities.

*Mormon moms don't serve tea... 

especially if there's Dr. Pepper in the house! 
Just joking!

Reminds me of another great British advert: