Really? You didn't want that to go bad?

So my neighbors (kind hearted as they may be) both went out of town. She to Texas for a week and He to North Dakota. As does anyone that will be away from home for awhile, they wisely cleaned out their fridge to avoid rotten food on their arrival back home.

Now, we apparently were designated the recipients of said food. I walk into my kitchen to find that we have been bequeathed a half empty 2 liter bottle of caffeine free diet coke (what's the point of that beverage really? If you are going to deny yourself the sugar, at least give yourself a jolt of caffeine), a tomato, and a red pepper. A very shriveled, sponge-like red pepper. I think the pepper was a day away from becoming a raisin. Well, a praisin if you will.

Now, I am all for not wasting food. In fact, you will rarely see a chip, cookie or candy bar be spared on my watch. But people. People, people, people, it's OK to toss your pruned-up peppers. In fact, I encourage it. And I know, I know....there are starving people in this world that would be more than happy to eat sponge-bob pepper pants, but I am not one of them.

Funny how there was no concern that their ice cream would get freezer burned. Not that I would wish that on anyone. I'm just sayin'.

I guess I'm not all that cool and amusing

Brendan came to visit this week. He just turned the big ONE and of course we needed some pictures for that big occasion.
Now I have often thought that I'm a little bit funny. At the very least, I am a big enough dork that I can at least elicit a wee bit of a smile. I would even take a slight upward turn of the lip as proof that I am entertaining.
Well, apparently not so much. As a matter of fact, Brendan didn't find me the least bit entertaining. Something tells me that when he starts talking he is going to tell me that I am old and I dress funny too.
If this face doesn't tell you "get out of my face dork," I don't know what does.

I guess I won't say that anymore

Uggggg....I hate tattling. It really gets on my nerves. Ellie and Jack love to bicker with each other. In fact, I think they thrive on it. Well, Jack does anyways. He is very good at getting under his sister's skin and then doing his best to stay there.

So, naturally, as a result of them going at it all the time, I hear a LOT of tattling. My canned response is usually, "Do you need a Dr? Should we go to the hospital? Are you going to live? Well, then you are fine."

So, I'm driving Jack and his little buddy, Hayden, home from preschool the other day. Jack had something of Haydens that he wanted back. So, Jack tossed it over to Hayden. Apparently, Hayden thought the proper thing to do would have been for Jack to hand it to him, so pretty soon I get, "Juuuuuuuuuuulie, Jack threw that at me."

Next thing I hear is, "Do you need a doctor? Do you need surgery? Do you have a nail coming out of your head (I have yet to use that one...)? No? Well then you are fine."

Nothing I could do but just turn the radio up to drown out my laughter.

Gotta love that little turkey.