So, there's that. And then waiting a week before I crawl through a paperback proof word by word by comma by word by word...you get the drift. It's tedious stuff.
Mr. G and Mr. B have their first wrestling tournament of the season this Saturday and last night at practice they got their singlets. I would post photos but they scampered off before I could grab my camera. Trust me when I tell you few things are more giggle-worthy than scrawny little boys in singlets posing with their fierce faces.
Mr. T and I watched Downton Abbey Sunday night as is our tradition (Dr. Who on Saturday, Downton and Sherlock on Sunday--we're PBS people all the way). My favorite moment was immediately following Mrs. Hughes' great scene of ripping Edna a new one and sending her packing. Mr. T remarked, "She is SO BOSS." Couldn't have said it better myself. And Sherlock is excellent. Anyone else watching? I could live happily entertained without any TV if I had access to PBS.
A club of 5th grade girls came through while I was subbing yesterday with little baskets of cake pops and rings welded out of old silverware. They were selling them to raise money for St. Jude's. Why? Because they want to do good. I'd have bought a fistful of rings but only one of them fit me. Those girls were so sweet and earnest I wish I'd had more money in my wallet to donate to their cause.
|Suck it, Robert Redford. This ring is twenty times cooler than your overpriced Sundance catalog rings!|
In other news, playing Minecraft together is still all the rage. This is what Team Testosterone looks like if they don't have school or sports ... clustered together in their jammy pants building with bricks and digging for redstone and doing a bunch of other stuff I don't fully comprehend but endorse because I like seeing them bonding so nicely.
Spill it, reader. One big thing in a little package.