and yet somehow I am the number one hit when you Google "margarita play date"

A margarita play date sounds like a great idea about now, particularly since I already have the second-degree sunburn that usually comes with drinking too many margaritas early in the day. Not that I would KNOW that from EXPERIENCE or anything.

What were we talking about?

So, it's Friday! And what have I done this week? I have no idea. Every single day I have dragged my ass out of bed and thought, "TODAY I will get my act together and write SOMETHING, maybe even something FUNNY" and then the next thing I know the day is over and I'm dragging my ass to bed and thinking, "Okay, TOMORROW I will write something and maybe it will be FUNNY." And so on and so on, every single day this week.

I have all sorts of crazy things running around in my head, like how you teach five-year-olds to be good sports and what other people must think of my parenting and why on earth grown women are so willing to wear Bermuda shorts, but I cannot for the life of me put together two sentences that have anything to do with one another, possibly because in my head, those things are all related which makes it hard to write about them. But really--what's with the Bermuda shorts? I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that no one over the age of, oh, fourteen should wear shorts that come ALL THE WAY to the knee. Don't you think?


Today at school, Henry's teacher read them The True Story of the Three Little Pigs--if you are not familiar with this book, you should check it out; it is the story of the three little pigs told from the woolf's point of view. Tonight, when Henry was telling me about the book, we had this exchange:

Henry: Jail is where you go for a couple of nights, but prison is where you go for a long time.

Me: Yep, that would pretty much be the difference between jail and prison.

Henry: In prison, all you have to eat is bread and water.

Me: That might get boring after a while.

Henry: Yes, but those ARE two of my FAVORITE things.


I swear I'm not trying to bore you to death, although that seems to be the direction we're heading these days. But bear with me! I swear I will find SOMETHING interesting to write about! If nothing else, I'll see what I can do about arranging a margarita play date, which is sounding better and better all the time. And I'll post pictures! Because after enough margaritas, someone will wind up wearing the bunny ears.