So....Part Deux

So.....we sent Keaton out to feed the dog.

And he found a snake. Yes. A snake. Keaton said it was a poisonous viper. The husband said it was just a black snake. I said that it might as well of been a viper. Because snakes are gross.

So....the husband totally rocked the whole hit-a-deer-with-his-truck thing.

What would normally cost a thousand dollars or so and take several weeks of the truck sitting in a garage owned by a mechanic named something like Hank or Norm who sports a nifty shirt with his name stitched on it wrapped around his beer belly, was fixed in entirety today and only cost $260. Because the husband might just be the luckiest person in the world. He found this guy with a wrecked truck that was the same model as his that let him come and strip the parts he needed off of it last night. He fixed it today after church. And will drive it to work tomorrow. I can't even figure out how to change the batteries in my flashlight.

So.....I cleaned out the refrigerator today.

And it was gross. Like chocolate syrup dripping down the side gross. And a Diet Dr. Pepper that got too cold and exploded in the back of the fridge gross. And old expired mayonnaise gross. But now it is clean. Until the next condiment catastrophe.

So....I joined in a game of baseball in the front yard this evening.

And Tate and I beat the other two boys. With help from the husband who was all-time pitcher. He may or may not have let us win...but either way, we devastated the older two rascals. Apparently it is not cool to be whooped up on by your mom and your baby brother. And apparently it also is not good parenting to taunt your children when you do the said whooping.

So....I did P90X last night. The YOGA session.

And I only lasted 20 minutes. Because I'm a wuss. And my body wasn't into Downward Dogging or Plank Positioning. And I've decided that the only thing I like about Yoga are the pants.

So....we went out to eat after church today with some of our best friends.

And I ate the best Italian food that I've eaten in ages. And I also tried to ignore the fact that I will have to sell my soul to the gym for the next 19 days to work off the eleventy thousand calories that I shoveled into my mouth with zero abandon today. But, it was oh so good. And I would do it all over again. Because it was just that good.

So....I still want that bowl of ice cream.

And I probably should go ahead and eat it, right? Because after that slurpaliscious cannelloni, what's 500 more calories. A drop in the bucket really.