why you rack your poor, tired, probably bloodshot brain, to think of updates to blog about.
ashley’s hand is a magnificent shade of purplish/green. still can’t make a fist, well, because it is still swollen awesomely as well. no blood-filled bubble, but an awesome contusion. her splint “accidentally” came totally unwrapped yesterday.
(yeah, you buying that too?)
get this.. peyton asks merrill first thing this morning, right after her little eyes pop open (in our bed.. bed hog), “daddy? will you turn on simpsons?”
his answer: “i can’t right now, but they will be on later tonight.”
her response: “yesssssss!”
the kid also drew a mural on ashley’s wall, probably the same time ashley’s splint and bandage get up was “accidentally” falling off of her hand, with the markers from the dollar bin at joann’s. they don’t come off the wall unless you really work for it, and when i say “really” i mean reeeeeeeaaallllly work for it. the wall is now dull. it needs paint.
(so does my obscene basement.)
so i think i will buy plenty of paint.
(i do have plans for that…)
lynn lost another tooth. she freaked-out, saw her own blood (all two drops of it on a tissue), turned a whiteish/green and i promptly made her lay down.
there is another one that is on the brink of falling out.
she won’t let me near it.
i plan on “flossing” her teeth tomorrow.
(insert evil laugh here.)
while sitting in sacrament meeting sunday, ashley looked over at an older gentleman in our ward, one who has a good, full white beard, and asked me, “mom, is his name lonesome dove?”
well, if you haven’t watched that particular mini-series, you don’t get that.
you might not get it if you don’t live in our ward and know who i am talking about. it made me laugh, pretty hard, and well, that is all that matters.
so here i sit.. and type.. while forty-something gigabytes transfer to my new, gigantic, external hard drive.
why am i doing it now?
well, because i just edited the cutest pictures i think i have ever taken (well, i love them now, like, a lot..) and i have this nagging feeling that as soon as i go to bed, start to dream about happy things, something will inevitably happen to my computer and all will be lost.
i took these pictures yesterday.
i edited them all today.
not my buddy.
am i making sense?
free cell is a good way to spend this time.