Tid Bits of Stuff

~With 15 minutes to spare until a church meeting at my house, I make the obvious decision to run to the store to stock up on diet coke. Instead of preparing for my part of the meeting. Cuz it ain't no party meeting without DC?!! TAINTED PRIORITIES.


~Swimsuits of choice for the season thus far: this one and this one.  And my friend wrote this article on Fox News for swimsuits. Suerte on finding the best one for you- swimsuits can be a doozy. 


~Just when I get all cocky about not cooking dinner, I turn around and whip out for real dinners 4 nights in a row. This was INCREDIBLE and I've been making this for a while {thanks Rachel from all those years ago!} and it still hits the spot every time.{It's amazing how planning a menu and taking my meat out of the freezer in the morning can simplify dinner anxiety.} I must admit, it made for a lovely week. Apparently reverse psychology works. Which is why I'm resigning and officially announcing that I'll never cook dinner again.


~Cussing kids. In my house, the rule seems to be if you can talk, you can cuss? Dallin B and Annabelle sat in the backseat of the car, talking about how Haley always says, "oh my shell without the h." "Do you know what that word is?" "Well, isn't it like....hell?" "Yea, you didn't really say a bad word cuz you weren't saying 'oh my hell'. You were just saying 'is shell without the h hell'." And this conversation went on for a long time. With a lot of mentioning the word hell. But it wasn't a bad word cuz they were just talking about it.


~Meanwhile Porter still doesn't know many bad words, but has a knack for saying them quite often when looking for rhyming words. He totally amped our mom/dad/Porter date with his choice of lyrics when singing an oh-so innocent Wizard of Oz song:


 The wind began to switch / The house began to pitch / And suddenly the hinges started to unhitch / Just then the Witch / To satisfy an itch / Went flying on her broomstick, thumbing for a B*TCH! 
 Which was not a happy situation for the Wicked Witch! 

He can't resist a good rhyme.

~And Deeter who knows absolutely nothing about bad words...found it from somewhere deep within himself to put 3 phonics together, forming the worse 4 letter word possible, and start yelling it on repeat at the top of his lungs, in a tourrette-like fashion. Like 20 times in a row. Shocked. Baffled. Speechless. {not because I was in hysterical fits or anything...}


What has escaped your kids' mouths?


And since no post is complete without a picture...

I told you it was bad. Do learn to believe me. And feel free to laugh...I'm still trying to get rid of my embarrassment and find that chuckle that's dying to escape!