1. My kids wear their shoes on the wrong feet ALL OF THE TIME. I always tell them, but I don’t usually make them switch them if they don’t want to.
2. I dislike the word “cray” (meaning crazy). The Brits and Aussies (Kiwis, too) are really good at slang. “Bro, this Chrimbo, I’m going to slap some shrimp on the barbie for brekkie before we open prezzies, s’truth!” (Okay, I probably butchered that a bit, but a basic translation would be “This Christmas I’m going to grill shrimp for breakfast before we open gifts.”) Cockney slang takes things to a whole amazing other level. Americans? We’re just not as good at slang.
3. I could eat Russell Stover pectin jellybeans until my tongue bled. I’m not proud of this.
4. I thought my brie and Juicy Juice dinner was awful. Then I got sick, for quite some time. I lost my appetite and most of my sense of taste. So dinner a few weeks ago was croutons. Out of the bag. Because I couldn’t taste much. We needed to go food shopping. And they were crunchy. And there. And I was tired. And I wanted to go to sleep, but I was supposed to eat something with my meds, and stay upright for at least 10 minutes (weird, instruction, right?).
5. Rare moment of parenting genius? Buying my 4-year-old son a DUSTBUSTER for Christmas. He and his sister love it. They can carry it, it is noisy, and exciting. They cruise around the house, dustbuster at the ready, looking for “yuckies” to suck up into its whirling vortex. And when they suck up something they shouldn’t (there was a dollar bill on the floor?) we can simply open the DB up, and retrieve the item. And I never have to yell “Shut that thing off already!” because it is rechargeable, and needs to be plugged back in after 30 minutes of hunting yuckies. $40 very well spent. Thanks, Santa.
Happy Friday, and happy Spring! Bring on the mud and daffodils!
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