another Fisher Price re-enactment

This is me and my husband. Welcome to our home.

We talked over having his squadron over for a Christmas Party. It kind of looks like we are about to kiss. We probably did.

We sent out invitations and I kind of sat around for a bit not thinking too much about it. Then people started responding and my heart started palpitating. I realized I had to clean the house and cook food. Then more people responded and I realized I would have to cook much more food and haul the dusty old chairs up from the barn. I became kind of jittery with nervousness. I have never prided myself on my cooking skills, haven't I mentioned to you when I met my husband I served his mother banana bread from a box mix?

The guests began to show up and hover in corners until there were too many and they were invading each others personal space. They are a fun crowd...all in all it was a good time. It's fun to see the young airman cocky and festive around the old guys. Little do they know it's only a matter of time before they, too will sport Santa-like bellies and talk too loud about "the good ol days".

There were many people in our house.

It got really warm as we had the woodstove going. I was wearing a thick cable knit sweater. Why am I so dumb to do that? We live in Texas! I couldn't take it off because I most likely had sweat rings the size of dinner plates in my pits.

The younger children didn't go to bed. They ate many helpings of cake and cookies and candy. Molly was shy hiding her face. Henry was loudly singing Wii Rock Band while shaking his butt to anyone who would look at him.

Someone brought a dog. I saw it in the kitchen as I was refilling a cheese plate.

THE END

*not true to scale

There was a big storm here last night. This made me edgy and fake smiley with the kids, it's our first tornado season in tornado alley. With no basement I can admit it makes me a little nervous. We weathered the storm playing a dozen games of Mad Libs and laughing at our adjectives and nouns that got rather vulgar. The storm passed and we were okay! I shall reenact what happened next, please note these are actors portraying the chain of events and certain items are not true to scale.

Most everyone was off to bed.

I tucked in the little ones.

I stepped outside to look for damage-- I saw a snake in the screen porch. I can't say I like snakes. They are creepy and look slimy and this one looked as if it would bite. I wasn't feeling very brave.

Sam and I used garden tools and a broom hoping to shoo it out. It wouldn't leave. I was feeling even less brave than before. Why do we look so happy?

Even though I love animals and gently let bugs out of the house to fly for freedom...I tried to shoot this snake. I used a BB gun which in reality is silly. I'm confident I could have used a rifle but didn't want to blast a hole in the wall of the house and have to live that down forever. But I did think about it many times. Notice Nana peering out of the door. We were all scared, she was going from window to window with a gallon of paint asking me to drop it on the snake. She has always been resourceful.

I finally called my helpful neighbor to save the day. And he did, catching the snake and taking it to the back of his property to slither away for freedom. Nana, Sam and I hugged and cheered.

Then we all went back in the house. You know all that talk about facing your fears? I think I am more afraid of snakes now. Every time I see a stick in the grass I jump with fear. Snakes are creepy!