Embarrassment is the Best Medicine

I don't pride myself on being a mean mom. But you have to get these kids to do the right thing some how. So here it is: I told them that if they kept shoving stuff behind the couch I was going to stop being embarrassed by it and expose their behavior to the world. At the time I didn't have this blog. My plan was to mass produce my propaganda and have them distributed by airplane over the central Indiana area (I guess that's not the whole world, but it is the world as it pertains to them). However, after checking into everything, to hire a maid would be more cost effective. But NOW I have a tool in which I can carry out my evil plot. If you see my kids make sure you stop them and let them know how gross it is to have moldy bread and orange peals behind your couch. I also found a love letter to a boy at church that Calla was composing. She doesn't know I have it. You wanna know who it's to? All in good time, people, all in good time. MUUWAHAHA.

Glorious Gummy Bear Morning

Hallelujah! This morning I opened a bag of gummy bears, dumped them on my desk, looked down and Hallelujah (I'd sing, but I don't sing that well - ask the choir members who sit in the back row with me.) The bag was comprised of 52% orange gummy bears! Trust me, I did the calculations in ratio to the fact that there are 18 gummies in a serving and 2 and a half servings per bag. Of course, that extra half serving is usually wasted on green gummies. Here are the red ones watching on as there previous cohabitants have their heads bit off. One of them is out of line. He's next! This picture is a little blurry. I actually went back to take a better picture and they had all crawled off the desk and are hiding in the bathroom somewhere. I can't see them, but I hear them snickering!