It's been an insane couple of days here at La Casa de Harris, and when you realize that we operate at a relatively mid-sized level of insanity on a regular basis, it becomes clear that we're talking major craziness here. A few highlights:
Went to the Renn Faire yesterday. I now have two of the only two year olds in existence who run around yelling, "God save the queen!" Right actually yelled it in her sleep. (Side note: my twins are called Left and Right, based on their initials... it's a handy way to tell who is who in pictures since they're bleeping identical.)
Got hennaed at the Renn Faire. Henna was on ankle. Henna wasn't drying fast enough for tired and hungry children. Which is why you could have found me yesterday, standing in the middle of a busy thoroughfare with one ankle pulled up to my mouth, blowing furiously on it, and hopping up and down to maintain my balance. Someone may or may not have taken a picture. Said someone may or may not have thought I was a really shoddy entertainer at the faire.
God save the queen!
Had Tiny T and another friend over for games and such. At one point, I remember exclaiming, "Jesus saved my butt growth!" The saddest part is that this wasn't a non sequitor at all; it made perfect sense based on the conversation.
It's the Batson's first day or school tomorrow. I ask him, "What do you want to wear?" He says, "A tattoo." Something tells me my child will be popular this year. He'll be the only tattooed nudist in kindergarten, that's for sure.