Family Fun

While my head is still spinning with the madness that is taking your kids out for ice cream, I thought I should write quickly about it. Except that my head is still spinning from taking my kids out for ice cream. Was it the kids fighting for their bite of one of my onion rings that A took the first bite of and couldn't bite through but kept trying and ended up drooling all over the table? Was it A and M simeltaneously bugging D for a taste of his GINORMANTIC brownie lava chocolate death trap thingy the second it got put down? Was it Z making sound effects as he constructed his "build your own lava" sundae? Or could it have been M cracking up over something and dribbling blue spittle out of a very blue mouth from all the M & M's (that absolutely do melt in your mouth)? Hmmmm, maybe the dripping-with-happiness waitress that got irritated when we asked for our water did it? Perhaps the kids ALL practically lunging for the onion basket when I said I was done--after they all had eaten their ice creams? Maybe Zachary dancing a happy hop-skip out of the bathroom with his shirt tucked into his boxers that were sticking out (and not caring one bit) sent me into the spins.....

By now you should have a mental image of me doing the brbrbrbr thing with my finger on my mouth, that's about where I landed; but crazy is perfect, and my kids couldn't possibly get any perfecter. As much as I shushed them and "stopit"ed them, I loved and enjoyed every second of our rare couple of hours all together. We are loud and fun, with a generous share of nuts on top. I am crazy and lovin' it.  ;-)

"Text U L8R" warning! Danger Will Robinson, DANGER!

I downloaded the Chrysler "Text U L8R". Well LET ME TELL YOU sumpin, it is dangerOUS! I thought it was a great idea, thinking it was something that would not alert the person receiving the text and would simply send an automatic text to the sender that the receiver is driving.

I hadn't tried it yet, so on the way home from a grueling shopping trip to Wegman's (a trip just for milk that resulted in pop-tarts, ice cream sandwiches, new-fangled orange juice, tater tots, and whipped cream--how's that for better eating habits, huh?) I asked Dylan to send me a text message so I could see how this thing worked.

Oh boy. It worked. Except it became a serious problem. We're talking SERIOUS. Cause when the receiver who happens to be the driver who happens to be me hears "yo mom what's cracking my homie gangsta" in an unexpected computerized female voice, Fast, it was HILARIOUS. We're talking uncontrollable laughter hilarious. We're talking I was sobbing laughing. We're talking I had to pull the van over cause I couldn't see through my tears hilarious! We're talking I-laughed-and-sobbed-and-cried-and-laughed-so-hard-and-so-long-I-needed-my-inhaler hilarious. We're talking....
yea okay, so you had to be there I suppose, but just consider this my Itoldyouso.