For the record, Beth, et al., there was never any question of whether on Sunday I would get the shirt, the slacks (2:45), get inducted (4:PM), have cake, clean up a fruit punch spill of epic proportion, come home, (J. got the picture taken of Snow & Co.,) fix dinner, supervise showers & dental hygiene, wash aforementioned fruit punch out of new shirt and slacks, read bedtime stories(8:30), put the little guys to bed, clean up the dinner & do some hanging out with my oldest, start finessing my already finished paper and designing the presentation, finished and turned the paper in (3AM) well before the 9 AM Monday deadline.Because I'm just that awesome.
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All very awesome but what about the giant pickle?
No doubt, AWESOME!! You possess the superpowers of SuperMommy!!! All that...plus cake...and eating it, too! Never doubted that you would get it in. I was just pulled into the suspense of your superior-quality writing.
Ha ha here is where I become self deprecating and acknowledge it's too bad I can't turn on the writing super-power when ever I want it...
The gigantic pickle is hanging over the counter at the roller rink. I don't go there often {ever} but I still can't believe I never noticed THAT giant pickle. I especially loved their pickle suspension system solution.
"Hey, Marge, the pickle is hanging too far down and the kids keep using it for a punching bag."
"Oh, well I'll go get some chain or something at Menard's tomorrow & we can strap the other end up too."
Plus it reminds me of the time when I was in 4th grade and the penny was stuck to the bottom of my school lunch milk carton so I won a gigantic blow-up steer because it was beef product producer's week. Or something like that. Nothing to do with milk. At the time, I could not see the logic of taping a penny to the milk carton if we were celebrating meat week... the blow up steer had horns and no udder.
What were you inducted into? What did I miss??
Skate pictures = happy!
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