Friday, July 15, 2011

Catch Up

The N key on my cell phone is malfunctioning. When I type an N in an email or text, I either get two Ns or no Ns at all. I fluctuate between souding like I have a terrible cold ad cat clear my ose, or else I sounnd like Poor King George and I cannnnot quite spit out what I'm tryinnnnng to say.

We're headed to Chicago for a week and excited to explore a new city. Let me know if you have a Chicago must see/eat/do. I'm planning to hijack a parade downtown and sing "Twist and Shout" atop a float whilst wearing a sweater vest, but I'm open to other ideas.

Christian is officially taller than me at five feet three inches. He had to have a physical and a booster shot for school, so I accompanied him to the doctor last week. He was dreading the hernia test, which the doctor said she didn't have to perform since this was a regular physical and not a sports physical. He was so elated until I asked the doctor to go ahead and perform the test anyway. Heh, heh.

Max and I have been spending a lot of time at the pool this summer. He swims laps and I roast on a lounge chair until I can't take it anymore and jump in. Yesterday there were a few kids playing with a giant inflatable toy in the pool. Max eased in closer to them just as they were trying to flip the toy over. He added a helping hand until one of them looked at him and shouted, "You can't play with this! We don't even know you! Get away from us! We don't even know who you are!" Max quietly backed away. I jumped in the pool and beat the kid to a bloody pulp. Actually, I didn't. I just yelled, "Max, stay away from that kid. He's a jerk!" For the record, I hate jerk kids.

There, you're updated.
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