why so eager for book club tonight, green girl?
Well, I passed my karate module test last night, nailing the kama form (perfection, truly) and adequately passing the fan form. Because my son is easily embarrassed, I backed down from the Kimono Challenge. The boy and I share dojo space, I need to respect his need for me to blend into the woodwork and not make a spectacle of myself. However, the boy and I do NOT share blog space, so I'm totally making a video of the fan form in a kimono for all to witness and enjoy. Plus I'll demonstrate the level of dexterity required to manage a darn fan.
Mr. G woke me up for the 2nd time this week out of a dead sleep--nightmare. Again. And I can never fall back asleep once he does that, so I'm feeling a bit cranky.
Evidently Mr. G felt cranky this morning, too, because when I asked him to read today's lunch menu for us (normally a cool thing since he's learned to read so well), he read "We're having fat f*cking chicken patties." OH MY! Like any good mother would do, I promptly jammed a bar of Ivory soap between his lips and turned my back so he couldn't see me stifling hysterical laughter. Grouchy, foul-mouthed kid. Where the f*ck does he get off, talking like that?
After shooing the gang down the driveway to catch their bus, I strolled to the back yard to discover this grisly find (please don't look if you've got a weak constitution--this is really, really gross. I swear.):
That, friends, is some unidentified animal skull.
Bigger than my foot.
Bumble Book Club, take me away!