I've been in a major blogging slump lately. I'm sure you ALL have noticed. I've been lacking major drama and exciting stories to re-tell to my blogging fan club. Usually when my life starts getting boring I MAKE it interesting by oh...starting a business or something like that.
Not gonna happen anytime soon.
Last night we had some friends over for dinner. We ate burnt chicken, snot potatoes and drank ibc root beers in icy mugs.
It was good fun because Midget Arms was able to brag about how is arms aren't as short as they look when he's on his knees next to Summer. Huh? Whatever.
I got a new name. It's Klyde with a K (i decided that part). Thanks to my 31 inch arms I've been compared to an orangutan from some Clint Eastwood movie that I've never heard of. Awesome. I love code names.
I shared with the group a childhood memory I have of being forced to watch The Red Balloon over and over and over again in school. I was surprised to find out that Jonathan shares this same childhood memory. We wikepedia'd it to find out why. It was too deep for us to handle.
The older girls sang Kristin Chenoweth songs for us while the sunflower made us all laugh. They had amazing talent. Then MY kids took big trash can lids and banged them together. I hid my face and hoped that their "talent" show would end soon. I guess we'll be working on that.
The friends stayed for 5 hours. I guess Summer wasn't listening when she had her Officer wives' rules dinner. They teach you not to overstay your welcome. But that's okay because they also teach you to SET your dinner table when entertaining guests...and I didn't do that. So we're even and it was fun anyway.
Thanks for a nice evening friends...and future wanna-be material *aahhhhahahAHAHAHAHHA* (evil laugh)