Mr B just finished reading my previous post (below). So he says to me, "Just remember while you were going down in that nosedive, we were in that plane with you!" And he chuckled. And I blankly stare back at him without smiling, moving my head, or responding-the sinister pulsing of my evil eye the only movement in the hushed room. So he mumbles that he has "stuff to do" in the garage and shuffles out of my presence. That's what I thought...
We're going to the local college in a few hours to hear a brass ensemble so big kid can earn some bonus pts for band since we don't allow him to play his trumpet anywhere near us. So these bonus pts are not so that he can get A in band-but so he doesn't get an F. Now that I think about it-not only do I not want to hear someone who CAN'T play the horn-not sure I want to hear people who CAN... Good thing my kids aren't prodigies since I'm clearly not pushing excellence here.
More Interesting News: Spaghetti Night! I made a chunky sauce with lots of veggies and meatballs-letting it stew for an hour. And oh, it'll be good gravy!
Been reading my new book An Echo in the Bone. So nice to be taking a journey with dear friends!
Mr B better be care-ful that evil eye aint nothin to play with. Wish I had some yummy pasketti sauce tonight! Not fair.
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