My kind of day, weather wise.

Beautiful weather. Beautiful. Perfect. I have this reptilian urge to crawl up on a big rock and just lay there in the sunshine, relishing the breeze and thinking comfortable thoughts.

We just came back from Grant's last swimming lesson. Since he won't put his face in the water for 3 seconds, he didn't "pass", but I never told him there was passing involved, and he'll probably get a kick out of being in the same class with Abbie next year. All happiness. As their completion prize, they got popsicles, and Grant's teacher very sweetly gave one to Abbie, too. The water was cold today, so Abbie was the only kid walking around with a popsicle who wasn't turning blue.

We got dressed and played at the park as usual, and I had just given the 2 minute warning when the other boy from Grant's swimming class walked over. It was the cutest thing ever. "Gwant? Gwant? Is that you? It's me, Wyan!" It's like he hadn't seen him in years. Fortunately, Grant did in fact remember him, even though it was nearly 20 minutes since he'd seen him last, and they ran off to play, rejoicing at the reunion. I, of course, allowed another 5 minutes. We've just come back home. Abbie almost pitched a huge fit, but thought better of it. She's becoming so reasonable. It's a huge load off my mind. I don't wanna jinx myself or anything, but they've both been pretty good lately.

Tomorrow we go to Six Flags for Josh's work picnic thing. Last year, the food wasn't great. And I'm trying hard to figure out how it's going to be fun for me, chasing down two overstimulated children and one overstimulated adult. Not like I can go ride a ride, or if I do, it would be all by myself. Where's the fun in that? And it's gonna be SO crowded. But maybe there will be stuff I can take the kids on. And I can't forget the sunscreen. At least it will be an adventure.

My hair. Is driving me. Nuts. What gives with this frizzy, icky-dead-Spanish-moss, styled-my-hair-with-a-tazer look that it's got going on these days? I am just itching to chop it off, but I want to be able to put it up for the Japanese Festival, so it will have to wait until mid-September at the very least. Until then, I get to be the cavewoman's ugly stepsister. Goody. I've tried putting goop in it, too. But to get it to cooperate at all, I have to go the whole route: 3 kinds of goo, blow dry and flat iron. It takes longer than I usually have, so short of a family event or hot date with the husband, the mess prevails.

Still reading Stephanie Plum. I'm going to drop my latest library books off on the way to Rolla on Monday. And I loaned my copy of the first book to Laura at taiko. Too late, I am afraid of creating a monster. She takes the lusting after fictitious characters very seriously. And she drools after celebrities, too. Not I. And this reminds me: Megan from New Orleans has been talking about her huge crush on Draco Malfoy. I had never, ever even thought about it, but I could never have a crush on the bad guy. I like my guys to be more than good. Saintly. Heroic. I'll even take superheroic. I mentioned this to Josh last night, because it was on my mind, never having thought it through before, you know. He said, "No you don't. You're married to me." I told him that I may have settled for the classic unconcerned citizen, but that I still dig the good guy. But then, to make sure his feelings didn't get damaged in any way, we sort of gave him honorary ninja status. Good guy ninja, of course.

Making chicken thighs for dinner, and I'm contemplating a pudding pie, too, but Josh made brownies last night, and I should really wait until they get finished off. OOO! Genius strikes! I'll make jello. Josh's doesn't like it, so he'll eat the brownies, and the kids will have something fun for dessert.

Oh. Found the mystery smell. You don't want to know. Let's just say that we are now turning night lights on in the bathroom for Grant's sake.

I forgot to eat lunch today. Yep, just forgot. So I had some crackers. Saving room for the jello, you know.

Breeze blowing through my window. I am a happy girl.

Ah. I have a request for goldfish crackers. Have a blissful day!