We’ve had an eventful day filled with:
one daughter getting into hot water with her parents 
(she takes the saying, “it’s easier to ask for forgiveness, than permission” literally)
other daughter running around in yard with dog, stubbed her toe on a brick, and we think broke it … now, she’s incapacitated
same incapacitated child broke into uncontrollable cries and screams before bed and begged us to take her to the hospital, or to quote her, “someone call the doctor,” because of a “crick” in her cheek (I have no clue what this was about and have never heard of a cramp or “crick” in your face. We think it might be a tooth. Who knows.)
gave same child Tylenol and touted it as a cure-all … crying died down and sleep followed
props for tomorrow night’s sermon that involves me … minus one vital appendage:

(and no, I do not condone the purchasing of Bratz dolls … this is the only one I allowed my daughter to keep because it was a gift. I’m actually thrilled that her foot is gone. She actually has more foot than clothes.)
figured out that one way you can get minimal comments on a post is to post about drinking and alcohol, when your readers are primarily Christians (Chickens … um … I mean … how wise you are!)
Beau made chicken fried rice and, after working out with Jillian, I ate all mine and the rest of La Petite Belle’s … self-control is not my most-predominant virtue. (to make matters worse … Kleinpeter Cafe’ Au Lait ice cream … Dear Me … run to your nearest store and get you some of that Kleinpeter stuff)
The toad from Hell made his weekly visit.
And, to add to the excitement, Roxy Belle got a new toy.