The Queen's Rambles

Elsa is going through her animal phase. She alternates between meowing, barking and hooting like a monkey. This morning she took off with her oatmeal bowl, but I was engrossed in my internet (bad mommy) so didn’t really notice. When I finally found her, she had it all dumped out in this Don’t Spill the Beans game dish and was eating it like a dog. I washed it out, but she was still hungry. She found it and then brought me a rotisserie chicken. A few minutes of barking and pawing later and I had figured out she wanted the chicken in her new doggie dish.

She is also still obsessed with Curious George. I had her in a super cute outfit this morning, but she ripped it all off and insisted on wearing her Curious George jammies all day. I’m glad it was only in the 80s or she would have been burning up!

Don’t even get me started on the giant centipede thing she ate this morning. Girl is insane.

She’s awfully cute, though.

Here’s her brother, just to be fair (do you see Lightening, the blue crab?).

We moved the hermit crabs downstairs, and it’s working out well. I don’t have to spend hours in Erik’s upstairs bedroom (sooooo hot) and the crabs have a new place to explore. The only drawback is Erik forgets to pay attention and sometimes the crabs disappear. New rule has been instituted: only one crab out at a time.

I am trying not to feel guilty about not doing Erik’s summer homework packet. He is just SO HAPPY this summer. I haven’t seen him so happy since school started. I don’t want to fight with him all the time over dumb homework. It’s not like we aren’t doing educational stuff. He loves doing his story problem books (math, reading and logic), Mad Libs, and reading various things about crabs. We are also working through some chapter books together. I think that is more than enough. I know we need to do more work on his handwriting. Maybe tomorrow I’ll write up some funny jokes on one of those handwriting printout sites and he can copy over them when he gets home.

I’ve been looking at pictures from my 20 year reunion, going “who the hell are all those OLD people? They look like they must be almost 40!” Ha. Most of the women aged pretty well and are recognizable, but most of the men look so different. I doubt I would recognize any of them if I saw them on the street. I do have one evil thing to say: biggest bitch of high school is the worst looking of all! Mwhahahahahaha. She looks older than my mom. Guess that’s what you get when you are a super pale white girl who loves tanning.

Ok, I gotta go take a shower before bed. Elsa has covered my legs with yogurt or chocolate or something. I’m starting to attract bugs. S-e-x-y.