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My poems were written early yesterday because I knew after school drop off my day would spin out of control and blogging was not going to be a part of it.  I hosted a baby shower for a new friend in our Sunday School class Bible Fellowship last night, and my day was to be filled with little more than cooking and cleaning. 

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So on the way to school, my middle child uttered perhaps the STRANGEST thing that has ever flowed from his lips…if you’ve been reading PENSIEVE a while, you know that’s saying a lot (and you might want to skip this part if grossness grosses you out (even if it’s only words, it paints a disgusting picture).

T:  "You know what I think about doing when I get chill bumps all over?"

He pauses for effect.

T:  "I think about getting a knife and scraping them all off into a bowl…and EATING them…."

I’m gagging at the thought, but he’s not done and it gets even MORE disgusting….

T:  "…yeah, I think the same thing about people who have bad acne…I just wanna scrape it off into a bowl…"

Thank God, he didn’t wanna eat that, too! 

You know, I used to wish I could creep into the minds of my children to know their secret thoughts and unspoken dreams.  Thomas is curing that, revelation by revelation.

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So, back to the baby shower.  It was a "Sip & See", which is code for she’s already had the baby.  For weeknight things like this, I keep it simple, but simple still means preparation.  It was dessert only, not a full "shower spread", and I made my favorite recipes:  sour cream pound cake, strawberry creme puffs, fudge**, and butter mints.

Needless to say, between cookin’ and makin’ the above, then cleaning my house…I didn’t stop to use the bathroom yesterday.  At 6:53, seven minutes before guests were due to arrive, I finally changed clothes and brushed my teeth, and finished just in time to greet the first guest.

Then the second…

…and the third.

At 7:30, the guest of honor was not here; originally, I planned the shower for 7:30, so I thought maybe that time had stuck in her mind instead of the revised earlier time.  At 7:45, we were all a bit concerned–I envisioned her stuck in a ditch on the way to my house!–so I called her home.  She answered on the second ring.

"Hey (name not used to protect the innocent, although she was guilty and she doesn’t even read my blog)."

Her:  "Hey Robin, how are youOHMYGOODNESSI’MSUPPOSEDTOBEATYOURHOUSERIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!"

Me (laughing):  "It’s okay…I was just worried…"

Her:  "I’mOnMyWayOutTheDoorNowI’MSOOOOOSORRY!!!  I just forgot…if you knew my day…."

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And I’m like, you don’t have to come, it’s okay, we’ll bring the party to you, yadayada, and she insisted on coming.

Ya know, in my pre-kids days I would’ve never understood how you could forget your own party….  Now?  (and this lady has four children)  I totally understand…it didn’t phase me or really surprise me that much.

And when all was said and done, we had a splendid evening :).

**Can someone tell me why mine always crumbles when I slice it???  It tastes GREAT, but it’s hard to get any "usable" squares out of it…am I cooking it too long?  It’s the Fantasy Fudge recipe off marshmallow cream.

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