Self-Delusions

Drew called this picture "the love sandwich"

I will sit here and convince myself that this is how I spend my days.

This is how I spend my days, enveloped in love...ahhhh.....

Now please excuse me while I go break up the gladiator fight that is going on behind me,

involving the stick part of a ride-on pony and two pot lids.





These Photos Make Me Think Of Jim Carrey:

As The Grinch.

You? 

No?  Really?

Sometimes, I don't know how we're even friends.



Carbo-Loading

Oh, who are those precious little peas helping Mommy water the flowers?

No.  Don't buy the act. 

They are professionals and they are lethal.

They are merely posing as gardeners

in order to have a clandestine meeting to plot my demise.

We did not get to sleep until 3:30 am last night. 

THREE THIRTY A. M. !

They decided to have a little room party after Emmy's

ever reliable midnight potty break.

THREE THIRTY A.M.

I am delusional with fatigue and have devised a plan of action.

We are having an all carb dinner covered in saturated fat in hopes of putting them

into some sort of hyper-sleep that lasts until they graduate high school.

(clearly I have been subject to Drew's viewing of Aliens recently).

Pasta with browned butter sauce and bruschetta.

If I had a whole turkey on hand I'd roast that sucker simply for the

Tryptophan.

If this plan doesn't work, I've been looking into one of those

tranquilizer darts they use on rogue crocodiles at the zoo.