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No, those aren’t maggots.  It’s just rice.

You would automatically assume that I was in the kitchen….but the area being scrutinized was my bathtub.  Why was there rice on the side of the bathtub?  Well, if you’ve been a mom as long as I have, you just don’t ask those questions anymore.  Sure, when you had more than four brain cells, you would have turned this into a Sherlock Holmes-worthy whodunit but these days…..maybe you just don’t want to know or even care.  You need to preserve those precious remaining brain cells for more important endeavors, such as killing them with a glass of wine at the end of the week while chatting with your best friend about nothing in particular.

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I really do not like to leave the house in the evening, particularly when it is just the kids and me.  Even if we managed to have a dinner where everything went rather well, and only a small portion of food landed on the floor, that in no way means venturing out into the world is a good idea.

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We have taken to having our dinner outdoors.  It’s nice to eat under the shade tree, and whatever JD drops, the chickens clean up for me, so it’s rather win-win.  Plus dinner tends to coincide with what I call the “witching hour”.

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My final round of trashy magazines hit my mailbox last week.  The special price had ended, and let’s face it: without the Stephen King column in the one, I really had no reason to get it.  We get to see a movie on the big screen maybe once a year, not counting free kids movies or “must see” kids movies.

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Today was the 1st grade’s Field Day at HRH’s school.  (For those of you new to B-Sting-speak, HRH is how I refer to my daughter.  AKA – Her Royal Highness)

I remember Field Day from my youth.  I hated it.  Every damned year.  It was supposed to be fun, exhilarating, and a great way to burn and run off energy.  Instead, for me, it was a long day of showcasing how uncoordinated, lanky, clumsy, and all-around unathletic I was.  I dreaded it and would try to think of excuses to get out of attending.  That heavy feeling of dank dread hung over me as I prepared HRH for her Field Day.  I kept my dark memories to myself as I slathered her with sunscreen and sent her on her way to school.  Surely, she would have a better experience?  After all, Daddy volunteered this year!  She got to ride to school in his cool, tricked out car.  She got to hug and kiss him whenever she wanted, all day.  And he worked one of the Field Stations!  How cool is that?!?

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