Randomness

• I survived the week. Strep throat as an adult is awful. I am pretty sure I know what it feels like to be 94 years old. (See what I did there Grandma? If I would have said 80 I would have been in trouble! :) 
• I have awesome friends, who brought me all manner of delicious food and dessert and offered to stop by the store for milk, bread or vallium. ha!
• My children also survived my bout with strep. Tyler watched an extreme amount of TV and he has taken to nonchalantly adding pirate jargon to everyday conversation thanks to Jake and the Neverland Pirates. 
• I had to venture to the mall...not once, but twice. And if that weren't bad enough, I had to go because I was bathing suit shopping for Katie. I could fill a page, or six, on what is wrong with the world today as it applies to little girls' clothing, but seriously? No I do not want my 6 year old to look like a trampy teenager. I ended up at the Disney Store thanks to a friend's recommendation. They have nice bathing suits that are actually suited for young girls and they were on sale! The problem I had was that the suit I bought was too big, and I had to exchange it today with all three kids. So far I have convinced them that ToysRUs is the Devil's Lair, and until today the Disney Store was as foreign to them as, say, North Korea.  Let's just say I got a lot of 'For my birthday, can you get me this, except get it now because my birthday is far away......'  I feel lucky to be alive after taking them in that store. 
• I am not sure who checks on the garden more obsessively this year: Tyler or I. He is really getting into it and has helped my plant most of it. He has some interesting seeding techniques which usually become evident after 7-10 days when everything sprouts. I found a spot where I am pretty sure a whole packet of radish seeds was laid to rest. He planted watermelon again this year, and I gave it a few big shovelfuls of compost to give it a boost. I am hoping this year we will produce a REAL watermelon and I won't have to make one appear in the vines. He still talks about that, and how it got 'SO BIG SO FAST!' Why yes, yes it did. 
• Did I mention one of our chickens died a few weeks ago? I went to get the eggs and there she was. Her girlfriends had already half-buried her in the coop and after performing a quick visual autopsy I determined that she suffered from a complete prolapse of her nether-regions. Poor girl. She had been sick before and I thought I had nursed her back to health. Apparently not. She left the ol' homestead wrapped in an empty feedbag and was laid to rest in the trash can. I include that bit of fascinating information because everyone asks me 'what do you do with it?' or better yet 'did you eat it?' And the answer to that is no. Actually I try not to eat sick animals after the rigor mortis sets in. It's kind of off-putting.