Monday, November 13, 2006
The Bottom of the Story
I know I left some of you hanging with my last comment of having to borrow underwear from my MIL. It is a sad, sad fact, but a true one.
We were at Ace's uncle's house for an annual Labor Day get together. They only lived about 30 minutes from where we lived at the time, so we didn't do too much preparing to get there.
Because I forgot my underwear.
And I wasn't going to go without it.
So I had Ace go out and ask his mother if she had any to spare, and she did. I was BEYOND mortified.
And I can't believe that I just told this story on the Internet.
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.
The nine-year-old who seems to be growing older every minute, has an opinion and a comment for everything, and has a true servant's heart.
The seven-year-old who loves the organization of things, will someday be someone's therapist because of his kind soul, and will more than likely be living with us until he is 40 years old.
The five-year-old with the 13-year-old attitude, who has a dictator's personality, asks you to watch her all the time and say "hold on" to keep your attention, and will someday come home on the back of some dude's motorcycle with 10 tatts and a body piercing or two.
The man of the house, the fixer of things, the winner of prizes, and the only person in his family to escape the South.
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