Today, Gary and I went to Sams Club for some bacon. It's the kind that is pre-cooked. I want to take some to camp because I can not stand the splattering of bacon grease everywhere. Gary always thinks he needs to cook bacon at camp because for some reason, I develop a lack of knowledge how to do it (according to him). When he's done cooking, it's as if he threw hot grease into a turbo fan in the kitchen. Yeah - that's what I'm talkin' about..... grease on every washable surface in the
I did a bad mom thing. I lied to Hannah. She wanted to have a friend come to camp this weekend and last week I told her yes, I had no problem with that. I guess I should have checked with my other self because now that THIS week has rolled around I am finding that I DO have a problem with that and want to weasel out of it. I'm so bad and feel horrible about it. I called the little friend's mom and cleared it for her to go the weekend of Hannah's birthday (which is the 26th) and I told Hannah..."Aw, I'm sorry. I didn't ask if Dana could go this weekend but she is coming the weekend of your birthday!" Hannah looked momentarily totally bummed out but as the words "she is going the weekend of your birthday" sunk in, all was right in her world again.
Did you know that it's near impossible to clean your fingernails properly while driving 70 mph? Hmmmm. Me neither and I'm just saying because we tested that theory today. DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME. I wonder what people think as they pass us on the highway and Gary is lazily picking his fingernails, while I'm leaning over him, steering the truck for him. Freaks..... is a word that comes to mind.