Jeff and the girls drove to the library last night and picked up Cake Pops. This afternoon after school, the girls decided to go through the book and flag each of the recipes they would like to try sometime soon.
When they were finished with the flags, they decided that flagging wasn’t good enough. What if the flags failed? What if I secretly removed one of the flags without telling them? (They really do believe that I spend time plotting against them.) As a back-up to their system, they decided to sit on the floor and make a list of every flagged recipe.
Meredith: Now Harper, what should we do with this list?
Harper: What do you mean?
Meredith: I think we need to put it in a secret place so Mommy doesn’t throw it in the trash.
Harper: Let’s have a secret meeting in our room to figure out where to put the list so Mommy doesn’t destroy it.
So, here I sit. I have no idea where the list is. But I know one thing: I’ve removed all of the flags from the book, and if I find that list I’m going to RIP IT TO SHREDS!
Yep. Kidding.
I just received word that one of my book clubs has chosen Agatha Christie’s “Murder on the Orient Express” for our next meeting. I couldn’t be more excited about this, because I firmly believe that these glasses make me look like someone who sits on the couch with hot tea and a mystery, and I’m ready to make it happen. The only thing needed to complete the scene is snow. Bring it.
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Oh, Angela, you are in so much trouble as they travel toward tweendom. And btw, I wore my snowflake pin today to channel snow. I’m with you. Bring it.
This reminds me of last week, when I asked Charlie to circle stuff in the Toys R Us catalog that he might like for Christmas. That poor boy is going to be so disappointed that he didn’t receive EVERYTHING from the store on Christmas Day. On an unrelated note, I’m a giant idiot.
Waitwaitwait, I CANNOT do the parade in snow. Just give it a week, please.
Also, I love that photo of my favorite girls.
Harper’s handwriting is way nicer than mine. Does she give lessons?
Agatha Christie is one of my favorite authors of all time. I started reading her in fourth grade (I have always been a bit odd), and originally thought that accompanying rich old women during international travel and having adventures was a career choice available to me. (I was disappointed to hear otherwise).
I have an eye doctor appointment today and get to choose new glasses – it’s like Christmas.
I wore my FP socks to work yesterday, and they kept me happy through several annyoing meetings – thank you ever so much!
Lastly – I always love photos of the girls. You and Jeff bring adorable people into the world.
I am sending you some good MN snow vibes!!! In order to avoide goofing up travel for Thanksgiving, I’m sending them this weekend, and then not again until the following Monday. Like the PP I started reading Agatha Christie at a young age – good stuff!
I read that book many years ago, but I still remember who did it.
Ah, girls after my own heart, preparing to establish a contingency plan just in case . . . architectural drawings at the ready for any potential bridge that might need to be built if, I mean when, encountered . . . wish I had a little more of the “already got page 10 dirty with flour and pecan dust” in me and a little less of the “wait, just checking the due date on this library book again.” Of course, I don’t blame the girls; after all, they’re living with a mother who shreds. Literature-ly.
I’m Evil Plotting Mommy, too. I like to steal half-eaten food off of my kids’ plates, rip up their lists, hide their favorite items of clothing, and give their toys away.