and no, it's not becuase of the crappy ass big band music i have playing.
although i suppose that is contributing...
it's the bubble machine.
or, rather, the two miniature bubble machines.
i hope soap is good for leather...
but at least the sun is shining and it's warm.
which means...
that if i ever get my sorry ass into the shower (and this is assuming i'll get back out...) that we'll go outside to play.
ride bikes around the block, take a towel to dry off the slide...
mmmm....
i don't dare to hope that spring is really here, but i'll enjoy the days of warmth mother nature tosses my way.
in case you're wondering what spring is like in utah...
check this post from last spring.
although i'm sure i'll be repeating the general rant of it.
and i think it's hilarious that my kids think they can have anything which is now forbidden, when they get bigger.
this includes: beer, caffeine soda, protein bars, matches, playing in the road, throwing their toys....
and max just said he wants to grow me inside his belly.
this was his response to my explanation that i had grown him in my belly....
i have GOT to stop getting myself backed into these bird/bee corners!!
do you know what's nice about your husband going away for a couple of days?
no, not the skinemax, i'd rather have him do the heavy lifting.
no, not leaving the dishes undone for two days.
no, not avoiding cooking a single meal for two days.
it's when he walks in the door.
and when he closes the bedroom door and turns off the tv.
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