A scanty bit of a thing
AJ went to the birthday party for the Boy Across the Street’s little sister yesterday and came home covered in mud and carrying the leg of a donkey piñata, which, he told us, he’d rescued from the river. How the piñata ended up in the river, don’t really want to know.
But there’s now a donkey leg in my kitchen.
The party was dog themed. All the little girls came with their dogs. AJ was there to lend moral support to The Boy Across the Street. And it’s lucky he did, because even the dogs were wearing dresses. The best was the poor golden retriever in a lovely pink tutu.
I got out of there before I got recruited for pooper scooper duty.
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AJ: Mom, I want to be a blob for Halloween.
Harriet: A blob? What’s your costume going to look like?
AJ: I just want to spray paint a sheet green and wear it.
Harriet: And we’ll need to cut some eyeholes.
AJ: No. No eyeholes.
Harriet: How are you going to see?
AJ: I can just look at the ground.
Harriet: How are you going to eat your candy?
AJ: I’ll just suck it under my sheet like a blob.
Harriet: Oh. Well that makes sense.
It is clear that AJ has accurately assessed my costume-making abilities. Still, I am hoping he rethinks the eyehole thing before trick-or-treating.
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I am trying to get some work done will inhaling the carpet cleaning fumes (not too bad, since we hired an eco-friendly company, but it smells oddly like flea powder). Tomorrow we are having a realtor’s open house. Are we ready? No, we are not. But they will come anyway. So it’s probably good that I found that dead mouse in the basement this morning instead of tomorrow, right?