Well, we have bid a fond adieu to the beautiful mountains of Colorado and greeted Alabama with an accepting heart. Of course, we could do this because of the rumors of balmy weather and green stuff that grows everywhere.
Instead, we were greeted with bone-chilling cold and cracked lips. I wasn't really expecting my poor, dry skin to take a turn for the worse, but alas, I reach for the lotion every five minutes.
My sons have had absolutely no problem announcing to the entire neighborhood and a couple neighborhoods across town of our arrival.
One of our first nights in the area, we all troop outside to clambor into the car. This takes a lot of time and great effort on the parents' part. A friend of ours once said it is like herding cats. Very apt.
They decided to take their time getting into the car and explored the driveway. Since it was dark outside, it was hard to see and they mistook a big stick in the driveway as a snake.
Bashful has made it known among the family that Alabama has big, bad, scary snakes amongst the reptile population. So, when they saw that stick, they made sure I could hear them from the back door as I was coming out.
"Mom! There's a snake! A snake! There's a SNAKE in the driveway!"
Of course, what am I supposed to do at this point besides take a cursury glance at the "snake" (to make sure it is just a stick, of course) and tell them in my best "mothery-I'm-not-yelling-in-front-of-the-neighbors voice" that there is no snake and it is just a stick. NowpleasegetintothecarbeforeIscream.
All in a pleasant, non-threatening voice for the neighbors' benefit.
Because I wouldn't want the neighbors to begin to think that they have a crazy, screaming banshee living on their street.
My sons already know they have a crazy, screaming banshee for a mother. That's bad enough.
Instead, we were greeted with bone-chilling cold and cracked lips. I wasn't really expecting my poor, dry skin to take a turn for the worse, but alas, I reach for the lotion every five minutes.
My sons have had absolutely no problem announcing to the entire neighborhood and a couple neighborhoods across town of our arrival.
One of our first nights in the area, we all troop outside to clambor into the car. This takes a lot of time and great effort on the parents' part. A friend of ours once said it is like herding cats. Very apt.
They decided to take their time getting into the car and explored the driveway. Since it was dark outside, it was hard to see and they mistook a big stick in the driveway as a snake.
Bashful has made it known among the family that Alabama has big, bad, scary snakes amongst the reptile population. So, when they saw that stick, they made sure I could hear them from the back door as I was coming out.
"Mom! There's a snake! A snake! There's a SNAKE in the driveway!"
Of course, what am I supposed to do at this point besides take a cursury glance at the "snake" (to make sure it is just a stick, of course) and tell them in my best "mothery-I'm-not-yelling-in-front-of-the-neighbors voice" that there is no snake and it is just a stick. NowpleasegetintothecarbeforeIscream.
All in a pleasant, non-threatening voice for the neighbors' benefit.
Because I wouldn't want the neighbors to begin to think that they have a crazy, screaming banshee living on their street.
My sons already know they have a crazy, screaming banshee for a mother. That's bad enough.
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