Enjoying Christmas break… and hugging just a little bit tighter these days.
My kids with the first vehicle that I ever drove… a 1977 Ford truck. She has huge holes in the floorboard, the driver’s door won’t open from the outside, and I’m pretty sure there are critters that live behind the seat. But she still runs just as good as when I drove her down the driveway at age 11.
A visit to the pumpkin patch always makes me think of the classic show “It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown.” You know, where Linus convinces Sally that if they spend the entire night in the pumpkin patch, they will get to see the Great Pumpkin rise from the patch and bring presents to all of the good little boys and girls.
Sally’s rant at the end is my favorite. “I was robbed! I spent the whole night waiting for the Great Pumpkin, when I could have been out for tricks or treats. Halloween is over, and I missed it! You blockhead. You kept me up all night waiting for the Great Pumpkin, and all that came was a beagle. I didn’t get a chance to go out for tricks or treats. And it was all your fault. I’ll sue! YOU OWE ME RESTITUTION!”
I love Sally. :) And I love the pumpkin patch.
Today is the 36th day of summer break. There are 42 more days to go (in case you were wondering). Here’s how we’ve been occupying our time so far… Torin went to a fabulous camp for girls where they swam and played tennis every day. She is now lobbying for us to build a pool and a tennis court in our backyard.
MacGyver had surgery. It was a very personal matter, and he doesn’t want to talk about it.
Dave turned 45. He doesn’t want to talk about that, either.
We’ve had some play dates with friends.
We’ve put some miles on the teeter totter. (Yeah, it takes two of them sitting on one side to balance me out. And I don’t want any smart aleck comments about that.)
And finally, if you’ve seen me lately and wondered why my hair looks like it’s in knots, it’s because Torin has been practicing her braiding skills. (However, as of today, I have decided that I’m getting scammed. I think she really does know how to braid. She just enjoys tying knots in my hair.) The end.