Flys have 87 Lives

Yesterday, the kids came running outside to tell me that there was "a huge bug flying around the house!" I went inside and armed myself with a kitchen towel, and went to work stalking the ginormous bug. Now, in our neighborhood, we have a tendency to congregate out front by the basketball hoops. Said hoops happen to be right in front of my living room window. So, unfortunately, my neighbors got a great view of the crazy lady waging war with a big black fly. As soon as I realized what I was doing, I was pretty embarassed, and I think I dislocated my shoulder whipping the towel, and I killed that stupid fly at least a million times (even smushed it with a shoe) but it kept coming back to life. I finally gave up, exhausted, and let my neighbors return to their daily gossip....having given them something more exciting to talk about than the HOA.

Speaking of gossip, Willie told one of our neighbors last week, "My daddy's been gone all week and I don't think we're ever going to see him again." Yikes.

The boys got new underwear the other day. On the way home from Target, they asked if they could open their underwear. No problem. Next thing I know, there are machine gun sounds coming from the back of the car. I look in the rearview mirror to see the boys, underwear on their heads, "shooting" the cars behind us, yelling, "The Stupid Poopies are coming! Get the Stupid Poopies!" At least the neighbors didn't witness this.

And finally, Samantha has learned to nod her head, "Yes." It cracks me up. Yesterday, I started asking her a barage of questions, to see if she actually knew what she was doing. Did you have fun with dad? Yes. Did you play with toys? Yes. Did you eat yummy food? Yes. Do you want candy? Emphatic yes. Are you ready for bed? Pause...."Naaaaaah!" I guess she knows what she's saying!