I’ve thought about posting something about a playgroup I hosted a while back. It was picnic themed, and I asked moms to bring picnic blankets to throw on the floor and picnic-inspired snacks to share. At the last minute, I printed some ants and ran them through a sticker maker, then sticking them in a trail leading to our front door and in random trails around our main living areas and in the guest bathroom. After the playgroup, I still enjoyed the ants and the little playgroup memories, as did K, so I left them up. (I love a simple playgroup theme. But Adrianna totally picks on me about it. Her recent playgroup theme was “Plain ol’ playgroup”. Totally a dig at me. But… I still like her. We just avoid talking about politics, religion and Hokies.)
So a few mornings ago, while immediately INFURIATED at this sight, I was also very, very, very slightly amused.
They seeeem to be gone. All traces of pink toddler bubblegummy flavored toothpaste are gone. It sure smells like there could be sugar in that. But that is impossible, right? Because sugar in toothpaste would defeat the purpose. Anything else they could be interested in, also gone. But this seems to be a springtime thing here. It’s happened once before, also in the spring, and didn’t last long. It better not last long. (Am I really threatening ANTS?)
1) Our 100th post is next. Depending on Adrianna’s decision-making-process-outcome, she could have a GIANT announcement. Or not. I am in nearly as much suspense as you are.
2) I’m love love loving the I Spy quilt. And when I post it, you can all tell me you hate it, (okay, I know crafty people don’t do that, but you could) and I would have my fingers in my ears singing “la la la, I can’t hear you” because it’s my baby right now and it’s the cutest baby I ever did see. Sure, it could have three ears or something, but I love love love it. And the idea is slowly settling in that I could possibly be a little bit of a “quilter”. Labels are fun to process, aren’t they? “Susan, do you quilt?” “Why yes, I do, a little.” Weird.
3) This is the type of ramble I send to A in e-mails all the time. Generally you folks are spared. But not this time. I’m so glad she hasn’t blocked me from her/our e-mail accounts, and… now you guys are too.