Ouch-y

Dear Diary,

Happenings yesterday!  Dad brought a rotisserie chickie-bird home from the market and the whole kitchen smelled wonderful.  He gave me a hotdog with cheese for dinner, like always.  I ate, but then sat waiting patiently on Mom to get home from work because I couldn't wait to sink my teeth into that chickie bird. 

When Mom got home, she put that chickie bird in the microwave to warm it.  The smell got even better.  I could hardly wait.

When Dad dropped a big part of the chickie bird  onto the floor, there was no time for thinking... so I lunged for it to keep Mom from grabbing it up and I *gulp* swallowed it whole.  (otherwise she would have prodded it from my jaws).  

What a sensation.  I couldn't taste a thing.  It was piping hot. Whew!! Ouch-y!  After rubbing my face on the rug, and shaking my head a few times, I barfed up (according to Mom) everything I'd eaten in the past ten days.  

Most of the night was spent outside eating cold grass and feeling like the prize might not have been worth the pain or visa-versa.  Something like that.  

Mom says I'm a pig. I say if she'd let me eat what I want, when I want... I wouldn't have to go to these drastic measures to get a good piece of chicken.  


 Whatever. Gracie.

Mondays Mug: Z

Mondays Mug: Z

Scrabble anyone?  My sister gifted this mug to my hubby one year for Christmas.  I guess she was getting bored with winning all of the time and wanted to give him an advantage.  

It's always good to know the z and x words.  Of course, you have to be lucky enough to draw those high-point letters to begin with.

On my new Samsung Mesmerize, I downloaded an app called Wordsmith.  I convinced Hub to join in and play along...  it's almost identical to Scrabble.   So now I have 'Words with Friends' going on with my sis in Annapolis, and 'Wordsmith' going on with Hub.  

Ha!  I didn't know zarf was a word.

My Favorite Little People

Gracie needed a bath.  Not her favorite thing.  

This is what she does.  She thinks if she rolls over on her back that I'll just 'forget about it'.  

 She looks empty here...  but I'm pretty sure she's scheming.

In her mind, there's a plan to get even.  You heard about the Gumby in the middle of the floor incident early this year...  right?  

All Clean. 

 Then we left her to watch the house while we went to celebrate a belated birthday party for Jake.  

The Scooby Doo band aid was a gift from me...  no real boo-boos on his face.  Just a love of band aids.    Years from now people will look at these pictures and say...  "What happened to Jake's face?"  

I think our present - a blow up jumping thingy was a hit... after it was inflated.

Tommy the Cat was taking it all in.

A busy day with my favorite little people. 

 Now, back to work tomorrow.