So … Curt’s gone up to the lake to do some ‘scouting’ … that’d be slang for looking for deer. Hunting season hasn’t opened yet, but Curt always likes to go up early and “become one with the trees.” {direct quote!}

That leaves me at home with the girls for “3 sleeps” {another direct quote}. Why is it when he’s gone all h _ _ _ breaks loose? Tears here, screams there, falls over there, spilled milk over here.

At one point I had 3 girls talking to me. I swear one eyeball was looking one way and the other the other way, with a finger pointing saying “just a minute” in the other direction. {direct quote from the finger}.

Then there’s the fact that I’m trying to drop a pound or two {having some self-esteem issues}, and I tend to grab handfuls of munchies when I’m stressin’ … I wasn’t so sure I wanted to share the following thought, but I’m thinking {read hoping} you’ll get a kick out of it. So I’m in the pantry with my hand in a bag of goldfish {completely stressed out} when I think the following:

“All I’m trying to do is drop a couple pounds before Curt comes back so I’ll feel like having {ahem, I can’t write the word} when he comes back.”

Okay, maybe that wasn’t as funny as I thought it was. But it cracked me up {thinking about blogging about it} and got me through the night.

This is Hunter setting the table for dinner … she took her job very seriously.

And for the evening entertainment … hot off the UPS truck … the newly released ‘Tinkerbell.’ Here are some photos I captured of the evening. We pulled out the sofa bed, lit a fire, popped some corn and settled in for a little pixie dust. Some of us felt compelled to work on our laptops {and it wasn’t me!}.