Crap

You know, it's really hard to write a snappy blog post when all you've done is clean and run errands all weekend.

This is the third time I've started writing this, and it's just boring, boring, boring. Blah. Pretty sure you all don't want to read a laundry list of all the stuff we did this weekend (although the amount we accomplished is indeed pretty impressive, including, of all things on the laundry list, actual laundry).

I don't even have any good Zozer stories to share.

Work is good. House is clean. School is caught up (or ahead, actually). Ready for weekend guests and weekend wedding fun.

Oh, wait, I do have a good Zozer story to share.

Yesterday morning, the three of us were lounging in bed, talking about what we were going to do all day. As usual, this conversation became more of a Mommy/Daddy conversation while Zozer sang songs or jabbered or came up with questions to ask ("Mommy, why is it 7:52?") while playing with Hoot. Somehow in our talking, M figured out that we had forgotten to pick up something during our errand run the evening before. Without thinking, he muttered, "Crap!" You can guess what happened next.

Instantly, a little voice chirped, "CRAP!"

I can't figure out what was best, her saying it or M's eyes flying wide open and the look of shock/disbelief/chagrin on his face. Both sent me into fits of laughter, and I immediately pronounced the moment blog-worthy.

All in all, good weekend. And it promises to be a great week, too!