1) Last night we took Scarlette to watch our local high school’s homecoming parade on Main Street. This story is evidence of the fact that I can not leave my house to do normal, everyday activities without the universe raining down some sort of awkwardness on me. Last night it rained down in the form of a fireball. Not like, a flaming ball of fire falling from a sky. No, a literal fireball, like one of those little red hot hard candies. As we sat on the side of the pavement with Scarlette waving enthusiastically at all of the floats, one of the high school kids tossing candy wound up their arm like they John Smoltz and proceeded to pelt me with a piece so hard that Y’ALL. IT LEFT A WELT RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF MY FOREHEAD. Immediately the kids on the float were all “OOHHHHH!” and all of the people standing near me began to gather around me and ask if I was alright. It was only slightly embarrassing.
You think I exaggerate but oh, I do not. That up there is photographic evidence of the huge knot I am currently sporting on account of being whacked in the head by a flying piece of candy. Who goes to a homecoming parade and winds up practically concussed by candy tossing? Oh that’s right, I DO. I’m just glad that it didn’t hit Scarlette because let me just tell you that this would be an entirely different story.
2.) One of the shops had their food done up in a Halloween theme and I thought this skeleton made out of crudites was just about the cutest thing I’ve ever seen, besides my child. I’m posting it here because I know you want to pin that. You’re welcome.
3.) A few months ago I was interviewed by Media Shower and they put the interview up here this week if you are interested in reading it.
4.) An oft-repeated phrase in our house lately is “Well, let’s talk about this.” I say it to Scarlette when she starts whining the “why” word at me, so since I am the mother of a two year old you can imagine just how often it comes out of my mouth. The other night Jeff wouldn’t let Scarlette have something that she wanted and she put her hands on either side of his face and said solemnly “Daddy, I just weawwy wanna talk about dis.”
5.) As we were driving home from vacation one of my best friends called to tell me that she had finally decided to watch Downton Abbey and had just checked out the first season from the library. An hour later I got a text that read “MARY IS A BEYOTCH!”
(Also during that conversation in the car, Jeff interrupted me to tell me to stop pretending to be British. This would be fairly normal as I do have an affinity for all things British and adapting a fake accent does occur in my house frequently enough to warrant such a comment. However, at that moment I was not at all pretending to be British. “Jeff, just because I like British period dramas does not mean that I am pretending to be British” I huffed at him. Apparently he thought the name of the show was “DownTOWN Abbey” and that I was just pronouncing it like Downton in an effort to sound like Princess Kate.)
