I have nothing of importance to say today. Deal with it. But I have a lot of random funnies and photos. So if you're into that kind of thing...
My two year old told me that it was six o'clock today, repeatedly. It was not six o'clock, by the way. But in her cute little toddler voice it came out "sexy clock." Nothing like a two year old telling you again and again that it's sexy clock.
I am reading the book Heidi with my nine year old. I actually love that he's into it. He typically trends more towards science fiction, but after a particularly annoying Minecraft book, I pushed this on him. The language is quite old. I think the book is almost a hundred years old. In the books, someone called little Heidi "saucy." I got a kick out of that and told him that if we ever get another pet we should name it Saucy. He was laughing and said that saucy sounds like something you'd see on Adult Swim or the Simpsons, ie. something not appropriate for kids. I kind of love that he thinks saucy is a dirty word. It kind of is, kind of isn't. But I love language and how certain words make us feel things. And I love that he gets it too. Saucy makes him feel deliciously naughty, like he's getting away with something.
I caught myself in the car after dropping the kids off, hitting the garage door opener. Right after I get in the car. At the school parking lot. For like the hundredth time. Do I somehow think I have teleported home? Why do I keep doing this?
The light burned out in my closet and I am too lazy to get the ladder and/or check to see if we have any spare lightbulbs. So for the second day, I am choosing my clothes in the dark. It's a crapshoot what I look like after. Not really so different than any other day, really. I'll blame it on the lightbulbs.
Speaking of appearances, I noticed this morning that my hair has taken on a seriously sheep dog quality. I always get torn between trying to grow it out long enough to donate and then getting too frustrated to continue. Red headed kids need wigs, I know, but my patience with the mirror is wearing very thin. There are not enough hair products in the world to tame this beast.
I found a video on my phone of my six year old and her friend singing Grand Old Flag. It so made me smile. Why does she love this song, so? A few weeks ago my parents and aunt and uncle stopped by our house and my daughter led them all in a rousing version of the song. It's just so patriotic, you can't help but sing along.
I am about to shoot my phone. It says I'm running out of storage space but won't put photos to the sd card. When I try to download the photos to my computer, they are very hidden. Why can't the photos just go to the Pictures or Camera folder? Why must this be so complicated? Why does everything change when I unplug it and plug it in again? Why must my phone make me feel like an idiot every time?
I just chatted with a Samsung representative on the computer and she (he??? why did I assume it was a woman?) was really not able to help me, but thanked me for my patience in resolving the issue. I am imagining that these people take a lot of crap every day.