Fish Stories

Another weekend has come and gone. I have cleared the dining room of all the boxes that were stacked in there (see picture) and now it is ready for the remaining boxes that are in the garage to fill it back up.

 I am trying to get the garage cleared out so G can park his car in there. We are having so much "weather." It would be nice if John Harvard (the Rav4) did not get pelted with hail. Or, as they say in the South Ha-il...

So, since it was a weekend, it was busy. H had skating, Roo and I went to Saturday morning prayer, I went with G to find a king size mattress to sustain us into our golden years, I watched Sense and Sensibility while trying to catalog the pictures that have bred like rabbits over the years (H refused to watch with me since an older guy loves a younger woman and that was too gross for words, in her opinion) ....etc. etc.

I am sure you would like to know where M was in all of this chaos. M went camping this weekend with the Scouts. He was so proud. It was a solo endeavor since Greg's foot was not up to a 5 mile hike. Wouldn't you know it rained and thundered all weekend? I prayed incessantly he would not get struck by lightning or have a tree fall on him in his sleep. The thunder waited until Saturday night so they did get their 5 mile hike but the more Matthew tells the story, the longer the hike gets. It's like a fish story that just keeps growing... and growing. At dinner last night, the hike had become 10 miles. I will tell you the boy did not smell good when he arrived home and was sent straight to the showers. His oldest sister swore he still smelled even after his shower...

Anyway, I will get my phone out and throw some pictures in this post so you can see my three blessings...the girls matched for Church (I put it on Instagram with lyrics from Irving Berlin's Sisters song and M trying out his camping gear and pre-Camp. I should have taken a picture post-camping...I'm sure you would have been able to smell him.