Our feathered friends now have a proper chicken house. It's bonafide!
And we're going to try our construction skills on widening the door so that someone taller than Sarah Connor can get through it.
And because we live in the sticks we like to rock the cowboy hats. Yee-hah.
And in case you weren't aware, foreworks are loud.
Very loud.
Buttercup endured 1.5 fireworks before wailing that she wanted to go home. Since we were sitting on a docked boat on the lake, going home wasn't an option. But sitting in the wayback of our mommyvan was an option - and a glorious option at that.
Safe inside the insulated confines of the 2004 Honda Odyssey LX, Buttercup's auditory senses were spared just enough assault that she was able to actually enjoy the fireworks.
"It looks like Cinderella,"* she breathed.
"Do you like the fireworks in here?" I asked her.
"Yes! I like the beautiful colors."
*Despite our "No Disney Princesses" rule, Buttercup was allowed to rent and view Cinderella - the animated version. I'm as guilty as my husband, who rented it for her, because when I needed to get some work done on the computer, it was just too temptingly convenient to turn on that DVD.
And when we had to return it? Hysterical sobbing.
This is so unlike me.




disney princesses are two things: nauseating and, unfortunately, unavoidable. sigh.
am here from recommendation at amalah's club mom daily dose.
Posted by: honestyrain | Monday, 17 July 2006 at 04:02 PM
Hi! Also here from Mom's Daily Dose (The fantastic Amalah).
I can't believe you rented that video! For shame! I mean, really!
You should just buy it already. Way cheaper than renting it 147 times, which is totally in your future.
Posted by: Contrary | Monday, 17 July 2006 at 06:17 PM
Here from Diary of a Single Mom on the Edge -- enjoyed the journey through the archives.
Posted by: peg | Monday, 17 July 2006 at 07:40 PM