Last night Paul took the kids to a basketball game. I wasn't feeling well so I stayed home. I was so happy when I found out that he had taken his camera! What a good Paul. He uploaded the pictures today and said "I hope some are blog worthy." Isn't that cute and sweet!?!
Here is the recap of the night from someone who wasn't there...
Andrew is like me. When we are hungry there is no reasoning with us. (However with age and excess fat my mood swings are less or maybe I am getting better about understanding my hunger induced moods. Anyway I am much nicer. Paul don't you dare argue.) Last night Andrew got too hungry and got it into his head that he didn't want to go to the game. I wanted him to go so I could stay in bed with my heating pad on my uterus. I was miserable. I told him he *HAD* to go. He insisted he wasn't going. I said he *HAD* to. He said he wasn't going. This went on for a little too long. Paul bribed him with fast food. That got him in the car.
They made it to Burger King where the parental unit in-charge (Only a dad would allow this, right?)allowed the kids to make a suicide. They mixed every fountain drink except iced tea. My kids hopped up on caffeine? Oh dear.
Once Andrew was sufficiently fueled with toxins he agreed to go to the game.
Apparently the caffeine wasn't enough. Sugar was also needed so Paul bought them snow cones.
After a while they joined grandma and grandpa in the good seats.
The kids got free posters, Emma was on the news dancing around like a loon in the background and a cheerleader blew Andrew a kiss. They all had a fantastic time and I got to lay in bed for a few hours. They brought me home a dozen donut holes. I ate them all immediately. It was bliss.
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