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We went swimming at Rengstorff Pool. Kevin is at a curious stage -- he doesn't want me around (he's only 6!) but he doesn't swim as well as he thinks he does. He keeps ordering me back to the deep end. Which is okay, I guess -- I just need to keep watching him so I can yell if he gets into trouble. He seems to be doing okay.
I am a large woman. Large women are not supppose to appear in public in bathing suits, are not supposed to go swimming, and especially not go off the diving board (hasn't everybody seen "Shallow Hal?"). Well, screw that -- I've decided I like going off the diving board. The only down side is the tops of my feet hurt (poor diving form -- I haven't been pointing my toes enough and they keep slapping the top of the water).
I really don't want to make dinner, but I want to leave the house to get food even less.
Kevin decided that he wanted a bagel dog for dinner. Ignoring instructions that he was to wait until I could make dinner for everyone else, he decided to make his own bagel dog. In the toaster oven. In the plastic wrapper. Fortunately, the wrapper acted like shrinkwrap and didn't stick to the oven rack. I'm still not letting him eat it, partly because I'm not sure something nasty hasn't leached into the bagel dog from the wrapper, but mostly because I don't want to encourage him to ignore what he's been told.
I am a large woman. Large women are not supppose to appear in public in bathing suits, are not supposed to go swimming, and especially not go off the diving board (hasn't everybody seen "Shallow Hal?"). Well, screw that -- I've decided I like going off the diving board. The only down side is the tops of my feet hurt (poor diving form -- I haven't been pointing my toes enough and they keep slapping the top of the water).
I really don't want to make dinner, but I want to leave the house to get food even less.
Kevin decided that he wanted a bagel dog for dinner. Ignoring instructions that he was to wait until I could make dinner for everyone else, he decided to make his own bagel dog. In the toaster oven. In the plastic wrapper. Fortunately, the wrapper acted like shrinkwrap and didn't stick to the oven rack. I'm still not letting him eat it, partly because I'm not sure something nasty hasn't leached into the bagel dog from the wrapper, but mostly because I don't want to encourage him to ignore what he's been told.
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But an excellent rant it was. I couldn't make myself watch even the tiny bit of that movie that I caught by accident when I was in Blockbuster and they had it on. *twitch* I'd rather my love letters not be full of jokes at my expense, thank you very much.