Tony is outside building a “hiding box” for the boa constrictor. (The boa spent the summer on our back porch but normally lives in Tony’s 7th grade science classroom. . .that ought to answer any of you that are thinking, “What?????” If I lived. . .LIVED mind you. . .in a 7th grade classroom, I’d need a place to hide too.)
The kids are sitting on the floor playing Batman and Catwoman Legos (at Thad’s request) while quoting funny lines from movies and cartoons they’ve seen. (Victoria had the Little Mermaid memorized by the time she was two and would recite it to herself and anyone else within shouting distance as we rolled through Wal-Mart and/or the grocery store. Now she directs them both, and they have quite a repertoire.)
I am filthy and in need of a shower and a tall, cold glass of peach tea.
It is time to call it quits for the night. . .no wonderful thoughts or revelations or even funny stories. . .just looking forward to the comfort of a clean body and a clean nightshirt.
Isn’t home grand?
Happy Saturday night to you.