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Lloyd is playing some stupid game. AGAIN. Every second that he is home and awake, he is playing this stupid, stupid, stupid game. He doesn’t even have time to come ‘look at the cats’ when I tell him to!!

This one has gone on for several weeks, and as far as I can tell, the end goal of the game is to make your wife livid.

Perfect score, Lloyd. Perfect score.

I am well aware that nobody cares about my bruises, but the post fodder pickin’s are slim tonight.

I got my hand caught in a door this weekend and it smashed my finger. Now there is a bruise on Pointer. I’m not going to show it to you in real life, though, because then I’d have to admit that my hands are dry and wrinkly.

I stubbed my toe pretty good last night. It didn’t hurt as much as I though it would, until I got into bed. The weight of the blanket on it was suddenly too much to bear. (I know, I live a hard, hard life.) I taped it to the roast beef one and all was well. I wondered if it was broken, because it was pretty itchy today, though surprisingly not too painful when I stand or walk. It also is bruising nicely.

Anyway, I will never show you a picture of my bizarre feet because of those crazy Royuks and their foot pride. Thanks, Brad. Thanks, Beth.

How ’bout you? Bruise easy? Ever broken a toe? Would you come check mine out and give me your professional opinion?

Hello, Monday. Hello, week.
Hello, day that’s not too bleak.

‘Morning, shower. ‘Morning soap.
‘Morning, day that’s full of hope.

Greetings, shirt. Greetings, pants.
Greetings, shoes that just might dance.

Howdy, cereal. Howdy, milk.
Howdy, kittens, smooth as silk.

Hey there, bag. Hey there, keys.
Hey there, sunrise. Hey there, breeze.

Here we go, truck, down the street.
Pull into the parking – dang it I forgot that folder for the fourth time in a row.

Dang it!!

I have ordered two things this week and have been shocked at how quickly they arrived. I ordered a half-dozen ukuleles on Saturday (you never know when you’re going to need them) and they were on my doorstep Monday.

I ordered some kitchen-towel bibs on Wednesday, and they were here on Thursday. I didn’t select super-fast delivery for either of these – they just came super-fast anyway.

I joked with Lloyd that maybe the companies are employing psychics, because if they aren’t – they should.

Order packer: “Are you sure I’m supposed to be packing the brown shoes?”
Psychic: “Yep, ship ’em out.”
(minutes pass) Order packer: “Hey, the lady just called and ordered black shoes, but I’ve already sent the order.”
Psychic: “Relax. She’s going to change her mind in about ten minutes.”

So, that panic that I mentioned yesterday? My days that are filled with one if not two extra things going on that I’m not prepared for? Well, if something fun comes along, I am chuckin’ it all and going with it instead!

Today before naptime the kids were watching the Veggie Tales Bible Western ‘The Ballad of Little Joe’. I had already told them that this was not the real story -the veggies were just acting it out. As I listened to the video while setting out the cots, I thought how it would be pretty fun if I could video us telling the story, and wondering if there was a way to use simple costumes or something, and – of course – a fast way to get it done.

Oh.

But there is.

I have an iPad.

I have Puppet Pals on my iPad.

So then I was just a mental wreck and could barely focus on anything else until This. Was. Done.

And in the spirit of Prototype Girl, as soon as they were up I had them all pitching in to do a fast, fast, fast version of the Joseph story. A patient teacher would have held off until Friday when we would be more familiar with the story and require less prompting, but we all know I’m not patient.

Here we go!