Just a couple of tales…
Hi all. So yesterday when I was on here reading blogs my kids were playing with their toys here with me in the basement. I saw my daughter go upstairs and had an ear listening to what she was doing.
rnI heard her playing with the magnets on the fridge and then the light switch on the landing coming down to the basement. So then she’s back down playing with her brother and she comes over to me. I look at her and go “OMG Lexi, what do you have on you?”
rnShe was covered in red stuff. She had it all over the side of her face, arms, legs. At first I thought it was blood, then I looked and thought it was jam, this is all in a split second thinking this…well my little darling got into my lipstick and had a hay day with it. You know me mentioning the light switch, all over it, all over the kitchen floor, on the walls with her little handprints. I swear if someone came inside they would have thought someone was murdered there, it looked like a CSI case. So no harm done, everything washed off easy from the kitchen, she on the other hand is still alittle stained.
rnSo that was yesterday…this morning I’m getting ready to take my son to pre-school and I’m drying my hair. Well I have 2 big round brushes I use. I took the one and wrapped it around my hair and then took the other and did the same with the rest. I go about doing stuff while the brushes “set”…I use them instead of big rollers. So I take the big one out, and then the other one. Naw-aw, it isn’t moving, stuck. I forgot to completely dry my hair before putting it in so it gets nice and tangled around the brush. I’m walking around the house trying to get this thing out and looking at the clock…so I had to phone DH to come and get Ty to take him to school. He laughs and goes “You did that again?”…yes I have done this before. I take Ty out to the driveway and Alex helps me get some more hair out…yeesh! I am so like Susan from Desperate Housewives, if it can happen, it will to me.
rnBut my hair looked great after lol !!
rnI got a phone call last night from my Mom and those dreaded 5 words, “I have some bad news.” Our family friend who I have known since I was 17 passed away. I hate those phone calls, have had too many over the years. He was only around 63 years old. We don’t know what happened, my parents are going to the funeral on Monday, I can’t make it. So I ate crappy last night because of it. But today I am better with the eating.
rnSo that’s my stories for today! Share a smile with someone, and they’ll wonder what you’ve been up to!!
rnHAPPY THURSDAY!!
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