The "freaky, killer" moth that lurked in the big girls' bedroom for days has died, apparently of natural causes.
Todd made me call DirecTV to complain about our service because he somehow knew I was going to get the rep who sighed more than I did and kept muttering things like, "Really, computer?! Come on!" One hour, 36 minutes later, that call had taken five years off my life. My blood pressure was palpably raised. I finally stomped and threatened my way to a free service call, but only after a "supervisor" made the astounding revelation: "It's technology-- technology breaks!"
Jones is the worst kayak passenger ever, abandoning ship at the slightest wave, doggy-paddling to shore and then crying until the captain returned for him. Then, he jumped back in the kayak and whined some more.
Madeline has discovered she enjoys flossing her teeth with the wider, tape-style floss her dad uses because "it makes a cool, squeaky sound."
Amanda wrote a book. Yep, just casually mentioned it to her mere mother... A book.