In completely unrelated news, I caught Micah dumping out the leftover coffee this afternoon so my 2:00 cuppa was sabotaged because I'm too
Ok, we're focusing now. No more nonsense about flutes.
Seriously, for how hard I worked on the blasted thing I doubt I could even summon a coherent note out of one if someone shoved it in my hands right now. And there is absolutely no way I would have a prayer if someone told me to "play a D-sharp." Is that even a real note? Did I seriously go to high school this long ago that the things that were so important to me then are now nothing more than phantom D-sharps?
And now I'm thinking about the time I got the boy I had a crush on to go out with me by leaving a ginormous bag of Skittles in his locker. We made out while watching Monty Python and the Holy Grail and then he dumped me for a gymnast. I had the last laugh though because my senior year I taught myself to do the splits and ended up making the poms squad, although that boy had already graduated and gone off to pilot school in Florida so I guess it didn't really matter.
You'll never leave me for a gymnast, right son? (Curious George has some pull though.)
Would you believe that I sat down to write this post about a pretty legitimate epiphany I had while in the worship service at church on Sunday? I can hardly believe I actually got to SIT DOWN to write this post within minutes of putting the boys down to bed! I said "Catch ya later laundry!" and "Dishes? We don't need no stinking dishes!" and pretty much decided to blow off all the domestic duties I should be doing because my husband is in China so really, I don't have anyone to impress. I do have a couple dear girlfriends coming over within the next day, but they both already know I'm a slob, so it's all good. Oh, and my mom is coming to babysit, but she gets bored when the kids are sleeping and usually cleans my house for me. So blogging sounded like the better option.
I'm pretty sure if I attempted to do the splits right now, I'd have to call an ambulance.
It's Hard to Compete with a Gymnast,