I Know Something You Don’t Know

July 10

I Know Something You Don’t Know

And, because I know something you don’t know, I’m giving you all the opportunity to change your referral pool pick, if you feel so inclined, to a much later August date or any time thereafter (but really probably before October).

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                bbsuicide2

I think Blue Barb is getting frustrated by this whole adoption process.  Though, I don’t know why an evil doll would care.*

I also don’t know why my pictures of her are publishing so crappily to my blog lately, because they look just fine in the photo software, but it looks like this one is going to do the same thing.  If, for some reason, it actually looks fine on my published post, then just disregard this paragraph.

Tonight is the big Harry Potter party that some friends of ours throw every year the night before the newest movie opens.  They invite the whole congregations plus everyone else they know, plus everyone’s friends and neighbors.  There are games for the kids, a costume contest, Harry Potter food — it’s a big blow out.  Then, after the party, everyone who wants to heads over to the theater to get in line for the midnight showing of the new movie (with tickets purchased in advance, I believe).  What  with four kids and next week being our annual movie night (read: our wedding anniversary), we’ll get a babysitter and go see it then.

The girls have been all excited about this upcoming party for days.  Now I have to break the sad news to Midge that she won’t be able to go.  That would be because she just threw up a bit ago.  In the swing set/play set tunnel.  Poor little thing was in tears because she felt so bad for throwing up in the tunnel.  She’s going to feel worse when she finds out the puking disqualifies her from the much anticipated festivities.  She was going to be the cutest house elf, too.

I’ll post pictures of the costumed kids later tonight or tomorrow on my photo blog.

Speaking of my photo blog, Emilie, if you’re out there, I emailed you about your request to get in but I haven’t heard back, so I don’t know if it went through.  Yes, there is still room.  I just need your wordpress user name to add to the list, then you can click on the link to the left and, as long as you’re logged in to wordpress, you can see my photos.

Back to the puking in the play tunnel.  Should you ever encounter this situation yourself, and should you, like me, find yourself compelled to Lysol the snot out of the tunnel so as to kill the germs before someone else crawls through it, please think carefully about your position in relation to the tunnel before hitting the Lysol button.  Gah!  I don’t know if my lungs will ever be the same.

Now, I’m just hoping Midge’s puking doesn’t mean she caught hand, foot and mouth disease from the neighbor kids.  What are my chances?

And George, if you’re out there, Tewt the Newt says (cough, cough) hello.

*No Blue Barbs were harmed in the making of this blog post.  There is only one Blue Barb anyway.  And she wasn’t harmed.

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