Stepping in Honey. . .

Lots has been going on since the last time I posted. First of all, the girls got baptized:

Maggie	Gracie

Next, the girls school had their second annual Sock Hop this past Friday, which was a lot of fun. The PTO at the girls school goes all out for this fun family time. This year they had an old-timey car in front to take your pictures with.

Also this year one of the Dad's got coerced into being Elvis instead of hiring a professional impersonator. He was really good though, and was much more into posing with the kids and talking with them that the professional was last year. Gracie in particular was extremely infatuated with him, and ran up and hugged him every time she saw him.

The girls had a great time dancing with their friends and their Daddy. Maggie in particular was anxious to get back to dancing with her friends after she finished her dinner, and was particularly disappointed when we told her she had to wait for her family. She's already ready to ditch us for her friends. Somehow, I wasn't expecting this development for a few more years.

After the sock hop Jerry and I stayed up until almost two in the morning putting the finishing touches on all the preparations for our Garage Sale the next morning. We did pretty well, and the garage is now looking pretty barren, or it will as soon as I get the boxes of garage sale leftovers up to the thrift store. The girls were persuaded to put some of their lesser-played with toys in to the garage sale by promising them that if someone bought them, they would receive the proceeds. They surprised me by putting in some things I thought they wouldn't want to part with, but I restrained myself from saying, "Are you sure?" Once the girls had sold a few items and had the cold, hard cash in hand we asked if there was anything else they wanted to put in the sale, but they said no. Maggie however, picked up a pencil and paper and began to draw a picture. When she was done and had gone back in the house, Jerry picked up the paper and we looked at it and cracked up. It was one of her pictures of a princess, but at the bottom she had written, "$1.00 Color it at home!" She's our little entrepreneur.

Each girl made about $35 dollars. As usual, Maggie is wanting to know when the next trip to Wal-Mart is so she can spend her money. Gracie, however, has been saving up for a long time for a doll stroller from American Girl, and when we counted her money before the garage sale, had just reached her goal of getting it. I was ready to order it for her, when she decided to change her mind and set a new goal of the American Girl baby bed - a $75 item. That's a lot for a little girl! Well, now it looks like she'll be able to get that with just a few more weeks of chores. She's definitely our saver.

After the garage sale was complete and we had boxed up the remaining items I declared that we should spend some of our hard-earned garage sale wealth on dinner out, as I certainly was not cooking anything for dinner, so we went to the Outback Steakhouse for dinner. We had a delicious meal, and while we were waiting for the check we were playing some of the games in the kids menu. They had a type of Mad-Libs activity, so I asked for the words, and Jerry, Maggie and Gracie (mostly Jerry) provided them. When I started to read the completed story, I got a very, very bad case of the giggles - By the time I was halfway through it, I was laughing so hard that tears were streaming down my face, and I was in serious danger of wetting myself. Of course, this made Jerry laugh too, and the girls got caught up in the laughfest. We turned quite a few heads there at the Outback. The story was about Scrumper, the Outback's Kangaroo Mascot, and one of his adventures. Khul is his lion friend. Here's our story:

Scrumper's Tall Tales

It was a stormy day when Scrumper decided to look for chicken lips in the Outback. She slept over to her friend's house and on the way stepped in honey, which made her smell like poo. Scrumper got to Khul's house and when the door opened her friend yelled, GOLLY GEE! "Let's go to the Great Barrier Reef," said Scrumper, "so I can wash off my finger." When they arrived at the Great Barrier Reef, they found two flowers that had washed up on the shore. This find looked to be 157,269 years old! After looking at it further, they came to realize that what they found was in fact fishes left over from someone farting!

I'm sure that you can guess which of our purple words were provided by the sole male in our family! Anyway, Jerry dared me to blog about this whole experience. Apparently, he doesn't realize that I'll blog about almost anything! Now our family saying of, "It's better than a rusty nail in your foot" has been replaced at our house by, "It's better than stepping in honey and smelling like poo!" What a riot!