Kid Conversation

Things my 13 year old said to me this morning while I took him step-by-step through the process of preparing dinner:

13: Do I have to touch the raw chicken with my hands?

Me: No, it will leap into the pot all by itself. You're just there to watch.

13: Do I put the chicken IN the crockpot?

Me: No, place it AROUND the pot. It cooks better that way.

This may have made my day.

We're All Going To DIE!!!!!

Sorry about the title there. My husband accused me of being an alarmist this morning so I've had to practice all day. Luckily it has not stopped snowing for a moment here so I have many opportunities to warn people that THEY ARE GOING TO DIE!!!!! if they go outside. (or G-d forbid, attempt to drive)

DEATH awaits us all!!!!

FIERY CRASHES!!!!!

THE SNOW!!!!! IT WILL KILL US!!!!!!!

The Winds and Not of Change This Time

The winds, they are blowing. Have I mentioned I hate the wind? I have? Oh right, go here if you want to read about it.

Also, it is cold.

The end.

Winds of Change

The winds of change are blowing. Actually, they've been blowing for quite a while around here and have now reached gusts of near hurricane forces. As this blog pops up second when you google my name, I don't feel comfortable discussing said changes until they are completed.

I will say, the invites are out! My oldest is about to turn thirteen. Yes, a TEENAGER. His Bar Mitzvah is on his birthday and it is rapidly approaching. I have a feeling we've missed many of the plans we're suppose to make but well, it's our first time. And I have no idea. Also, he is officially taller than me and his feet have been larger than mine for quite some time now. It is an odd sensation looking directly into your offspring's eyes. I'm sure it will be even weirder when I have to look up.

Happy Thanksgiving to all (one) of my readers who are left.

(No, I shall not discuss my absence. It is what it is.)

Must get ready for the holiday...