Miscellany On My Mind

I've been tagged by KatyBug over at Watercooler Wisdom!

I don't do these things too often because linking stuff up takes me forever with my archaic dial up connection, but this one seemed kind of silly-fun, so I thought I'd give it a shot.

The Instructions:

1. Grab the book you're reading currently, and turn to page 123.
2. Go to the 5th sentence.
3. Post the next 3 sentences.
4. Tell the name of the book and author.
5. And it says that you are to tag 5 others, but I think I'm just going to open this up to whoever wants to play, as I know not everyone has time to read. If you wish to play, consider yourself tagged!

Okay, here's mine, taken from the book Ten Thousand Charms by Allison Pittman:

Gloria tucked her skirts closer and spoke into the night.

"What happened in there?" Gloria asked.

"I could ask the same thing," John William said, tossing his branch into the fire.

So there you have it. =)

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In other news...

Over the weekend, Jeff had just put a movie into the DVD player and was backing up to sit down on the couch while trying to get our goofy remote control to work.

Without looking behind him, he went to sit down in his spot on the couch, only to find our older son Jericho lying there, his head right where he was to sit.

As any dad would do, he pretended to sit on him.

Most kids would probably laugh and say something like, "Stop it, dad" or "Get off me!"

But Jericho sat up totally incensed. "Oh, great...now I'm going to get pinkeye!"

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Heard at the dinner table a few nights ago in response to our toddler son's comment about his salad.

"It's not puke. It's Italian dressing."

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Upon hearing our 2 year old Judah in his bedroom, still wide awake at 11 pm (long after he would normally be asleep), I poked my head into his room and said firmly, "You need to get to sleep."

"I hear Cwick-ed, mama!" he said, then huffed in annoyance.

And when I stepped into his room and listened, there was indeed the sound of a cricket just outside his bedroom window, and it had apparently been keeping him awake all that time.

I feel his pain.

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While we were finishing up a list of errands after our older son's minimum day at school Friday, Jericho mentioned that he needed to use the restroom.

I told him, "It'll just be a few minutes more", and we went ahead and went through a nearby drive-thru to pick up some lunch.

As we were pulling out of the parking lot, he's squirming around over dramatically, and announced that he needed to go really bad and could he go inside?

Knowing his penchant for dramatics, and thinking of the germs in public restrooms, I declined. "We're 4, maybe 5 minute from home...I think you can make it."

We drove in silence for a minute or so before he mentioned again that he needed to go, ahem, #2, but his dramatics had ceased.

Or so I thought.

When were approaching the first light on our route home, our son, hamming things up, suddenly cried out loudly through his open window at the people in the car next to us, "I think my water just broke!"

I glanced over then, and saw the professional looking older couple in that car turn and stare at him with lemur eyes, the man immediately rolling up his window against such weirdness.

And in case you didn't already know this, let me be the first to warn you all that iced tea kind of hurts coming out through your nose while laughing.