A post of randomness. Exactly what I’m in the mood for.  Mmmm….

[brace yourself]

So I’m really glad I broke my back worked a little bit all week long two or three days last week getting the house spotless cleaner than it has been in a while so we could host the 5th Sunday Youth Fireside at our home yesterday.

Not that the Bishop’s house is ever really in need of cleaning, of course, because it just always stays clean.  Kind of like heaven.  The kids drop their stuff and POOF!  it just flies to its designated place.  Unless it doesn’t have one.  And then it incinerates, which is a feature I had built in last year when he got this calling.  I like it.  Highly recommend it.

Enough dreaming.  I digress.

Fireside. Here. House clean.er.

Good old Doodle to the rescue.  He was up half the night with various problems, 1/2 of which start with “b” and end with “arf.”  Poor little guy – he’s so cute, though.  Really, he is.  How can someone be cute while puking?  When the say, with their cute little growing-out-of-the-inability-to-say-R’s accent, and in deepest sincerity,

"I'm glad I made it to the toilet.  I didn't thwow up on the floy."

Awww… See?  I’m going to miss that cute widdle impediment, and it’s almost gone now.  Sigh.

And the way he says “Cindewella” and “Sistoy” — melt my heart.

What was I saying?

Oh yes.  Fireside. Here. House clean.er.  Child sick.  Fireside moved.  Sigh of relief… yay.

Mixed feelings, actually.
I was only pretending not to care about folks seeing our house less than spotless.  I mean, I don’t reeeeally care, but my subconscious hasn’t quite decided to go along with it.  But we haven’t ever had a churchy function here and it’s probably time.  Ah, well.  There’s always the next 5th Sunday.  Let’s check.

May 30th.  No good.  That’s our anniversary weekend.  7 messy magical years.

Oct. 31.  Sweet.  Then the cobwebs all over our porch ceiling can look like they’re there on purpose.

Does it not thrill you to read “they’re” and “there” and “their” spelled correctly?  Thanks, Mom.  You help me bring joy to wordophiles everywhere.

Punchline? I don’t know that there is one.  This is a post of randomness, remember?  I’m glad the yucky stomach bug was confined to just Doodle, and I’m glad it was over some time around noon that day.  Whew!

And by the way, in case you were wondering, I am SO DONE with sickies this winter.  I swear we’ve been sick more often than well during the last 3 months, and I hardly ever swear.  It’s not nice, you know.

But I am glad that the baby has made off the best of all of us.  He had one sad lethargic-baby day, and a runny nose, but no scary coughing, which is wonderful.  I hate it when little ones get scary coughs.

But speaking of mixed feelings,
I also had them about the celebrity-doppelgangers sweeping through Facebookland.  I mean, really.  Aren’t we all happy with who we are?

And then I figured out that on some weird level, it was like dressing up for Halloween.  Fun, silly, pointless.  So here’s mine.

Hmm.  So it turns out that sometimes life does indeed really stink.  What a bummer. 
But then, when else is one going to clean one's laundry room?

The end.