1. This morning Bennet said, “I don’t have any bright colored shirts for my concert today.” And I said, “If you had told me beforehand, I could have made sure one was clean…. –Wait a minute. Am I supposed to go to this concert?” Him, “Yes.” Me, “Why didn’t you ever mention it?!” Him, “mumblemumble I forgot mumble.” Does this stuff happen to good moms?
2. On Sunday, a peacock crossed the road in front of me. Just sauntered across the intersection like he was the Pope of Chili Town while his shiny, turquoise head bobbed back and forth, glistening in the sun.
3. Now I need a peacock.
4. It took a year, but I finally realized that I can study my scriptures, practice the piano, and exercise during Lydia’s morning nap. I feel so productive! Want to bet that she grows out of her morning nap next week?
5. There are only 24 more days of school. HUZZAH!! Maybe forever? We are homeschooling next year and if we like it, maybe we will stick with it for awhile. I am probably equal parts really excited and pretty freakin’ terrified.
6. I am speaking in church on Sunday. Sunday is Mother’s Day. What the fetch am I going to talk about? This is evidence of how much I love Mr. Darcy. And that I deserve a peacock.
7. Today I measured myself and the good news is that I’m getting smaller. The bad news is that I’m losing weight everywhere but in my gut. My belly and boobs are the exact same size. Isn’t that nice?
9. Our chickens are big enough to be let out of their coop, so they spend the day pecking around our yard eating bugs (I hope). And they look like chickens!
All grown up and pretty. Not, Peacock Pretty, but Chicken Pretty.
Well, except for this one that still looks like a goofball.
I bet if we get a peacock, that goofy looking one will be too embarrassed to leave the coop.