A young teen aged friend had somewhat of a "freak" accident yesterday. He was dove hunting. I'm not sure exactly how things happened, but his gun fired while pointed downward and he shot off three of his toes. The doctors tried to reattach them, but were unsuccessful. Of course, things could have been so much worse, but OUCH! Send up a few prayers for Tyler, please.
The Oldest has been under a lucky star lately. He has been pulled over twice in one week. Once for speeding, once for not having his headlights on. The first officer gave him a warning. The second reached in the truck and turned the lights on. That's it. No tickets. Thank you, Lord for nice police officers and no increase in our insurance, but could You please make him pay better attention?
After only two weeks, waking up early for school seems to be taking its toll on my twins. Quatro and Pip Squeak have been replaced by Grouchy and Grumpy. They'll be going to bed with no tv or video games at 8:00 pm this week. Yeah, I know they're eleven years old and they "deserve" a later bedtime. No they don't. They can't behave so obviously they aren't getting enough sleep. The more pleasant members of the family shouldn't have to be punished with their rotten attitudes. Also it's of lots fun to laugh loudly at the television and make a big deal over eating ice cream while they lie in bed fuming. A week of that should bring about a huge improvement.
How much eyeliner is enough for a 15 year old girl? Apparently there can never be enough. Darling Daughter and her friends spent two hours in Sephora, trying on makeup and getting fussed over by dudes in lab coats. Because, you know, a $24 tube of glitter eyeliner makes you look way hotter than that Mary Kate & Ashley stuff from Walmart. And who doesn't need a $51 tub of Meteorites for your face?? I know I always feel absolutely naked without my outer space gunk smeared on my cheeks. Good times, people. Good times.