Playing Hookey

Well, I finally had enough. I couldn't bear to look at my house one more second. It was filthy! Not only that, there was absolutely nothing to eat because I never seemed to have a chance to hit old Wally world. This weekend will be spent at the baseball park, so I won't have the time to get it done then. And the fact that Thursdays are my worst day, schedule wise, made the decision that much easier. I happily spent the day in W*lmart and cleaning the house. It's hard to believe that two chores I absolutely despised just a few short months ago could make me so happy today. Perspective changes, I guess. Only 10 more weeks of school (but who's counting?!?!)

We have our first baseball tournament this weekend, so I'm excited for that. I think the weather is supposed to be great. I can't wait to get a little sun on my pasty white winter skin.

Yesterday, I was bringing Braden and Cade to baseball practice. The conversation turned to "cups". Those of you with only girls won't relate to this, but I can tell you "cups" are a huge part of life here at our house. Richard was evidently trying to make the point to Cade's team that they have to wear a cup to every practice so he started telling them all the things that would happen if they didn't. Cade is relaying the conversation like this:

Cade: Dad said if you don't wear a cup and you get hit, you'll turn into Oprah.
me: thinking "Why in the world would Richard have said that"
Cade: and you'll go "Ahhhhhhhhh" (singing)
me: do you mean an opera singer
Cade: oh, yeah, an opera singer, that's it.

Glad to know he won't be turning into Oprah anytime soon!