Monday, May 23, 2011

My Weekend

Life is like an Italian beef sandwich.

Big. Glorious. Filling. Spicy. Messy.

I was actually sad that the whole rapture didn't happen...we were all home together and I didn't feel like cleaning up the kitchen or paying the bills so the timing would've been perfect.

And now I keep staring at everyone...wondering if they got left behind, too?

(just in case you are wondering, I do know better...but still...)


This weekend I did a whole lotta nothin' and let me just say this...I feel totally ok with that. The house never got cleaned (the whole rapture thing) but I did spend lots of time in the kitchen, which basically means my little house on my little street was filled with calm and happy boys.

It doesn't take much.

Full stomachs mean happy hearts.

And Tums, but we don't need to talk about that.
Geared up and ready for the's going to start with a bang!

And hopefully a pedicure.


1 comment:

  1. Every time I see photos of your sons and/or husband here I think, "how does Michele get away with that?", since mine think the annual Christmas photo is painful & should suffice to show to others! :-) Also, your 'life is like a sandwich' metaphor couldn't be truer - is that a word? (I will say, Rebeca loves taking photos & apparently Ruth's boyfriend does too, so thank goodness for girls!


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