During playgroup she snuck off to Alexis' room, opened Alexis' play makeup, and put blue eyeshadow on her head and then proceeded to paint her own fingernails.
While I was reading my book and the girls were coloring at my feet I looked up just in time to see Audrey giggling and holding up her completely blue foot.
While taking my shower Audrey came in to the bathroom and said, "I need my hands wiped off." She had chocolate all over her hands and face. I said, "What did you get into?" She said, "Chocolate!" She had gotten a pudding cup out of the fridge, peeled off the top, gotten a fork out of the drawer and eaten half of the pudding.
I went downstairs to switch the laundry and found all my pens, scissors, and office accessories all over the floor. I proceeded to the laundry area and found dirty clothes on the floor and a pair of pants all wet hanging out of the basin that the washer water drains into.
She colored her hand all blue with marker. I washed it off as best as I could but there was still some blue left on her hand. She was sitting on Ben's lap and he said, "Audrey, is your hand all blue?" She looked at her hand very thoughtfully and after 20-30 seconds said, "I think it might be green."
What will she do next?
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Mission Impossible III--Really?
So, you're an international spy, but you tell your live-in fiancee that you work for the DOT. Really? A local organization? With public records and phone numbers in the very front of the phone book? Really? An this government job provides pays enough to allow you to live in your large, modern, Virginia home? Really? The DOT?
So, you're a female international spy with long hair, and part of Tom Cruise's team. You're welding your way through a steel grate in a crampt, damp, underground tunnel but you let your hair fall unrestrained on your shoulders? Really? The ladies at the LPGA have to wear three scrunchies and a visor while putting, but you can wield a flame in one hand and a fully automatic weapon in the other without so much as a barette. Really?
Late in the movie, our hero found himself with only two hours remaining before his wife was scheduled to die should he fail to acquire the "rabbit's foot." No more than 90 minutes later, his team had placed a baseball pitching machine on top of a forty story building adjacent to the building which housed the rabbit's foot. Really? A baseball pitching machine? On top of the roof of a 40-plus story building? Really? In less than 90 minutes, you acquired a baseball pitching machine, in a foreign country, snuck it up to the roof of a secure building, and calibrated it perfectly to launch balls on the roof of a nearby building. Really? Just for the purpose of mildly distracting the guards stationed on the targeted building? Really?
One of Tom's crew members has infiltrated the Vatican. While inside, he maintains contact with the others through an earpiece, which he touches every time he speaks with his team. Really? This master of disguises and languages has the ability to blend seamlessly into the crowd in Vatican City, but feels the need to touch his earpiece and look suspiciously at the ground every time he communicates with his cohorts? Really? Your finger to your ear, your elbow straight out, as you look to the ground and move your lips? Really? The earpiece is worth thousands of dollars and is jammed deep into you ear canal, but without sticking your finger on it you just can't possibly hear what anyone is saying. Really? REALLY?
You're a criminal mastermind, bent on world domination and destruction. You star in a J.J. Abrahams movie and or TV show. You care not for mankind, and have no sympathy whatsoever for the suffering of others. Where will our hero find you. A charity auction/ball, of course. Really? You sell weapons to rogue agencies and terrorist cells, fully aware that innocent people will be slaughtered. But you're no misanthropist! You believe in community, and you "pay it forward" through your generous support of local charities. Really? Reeeeeeally?
Why isn't the MI3 diatribe a post of it's own?
You're a highly educated lawyer, with your own laptop and constant computer access. Yet you somehow manage to post a MI3 screed in the comments of a completely unrelated post. Really? You can't figure out how to post to the family blog? Really? You couldn't e-mail the content to your wife to have her post it? Really? This is the best solution you could think of? Really? REALLY?
I asked my wife if I could post a rant on the blog. She said no. Really.
Em, I'm on your side with that one.
Really!
=)
Although it is funny. Thanks Ben.
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