It’s been a strange couple of weeks for me. I registered my baby for Kindergarten which didn’t really seem like a stretch because when I talk to her she’s sassy like a teenager. So the only thing that seemed strange was that I was sending my teenager to Kindergarten.
I registered my other baby for J.U.N.I.O.R. H.I.G.H.
What?!?! Junior High?! Junior High means lockers and changing classes and changing voices and hormones and ….GIRLS! Ugh. I’m so not ready. I seriously considered homeschooling and then realized that in today’s world I would have only made it to the third grade. How do I know? Because my son’s fourth grade homework was way too confusing for me and I haven’t even tried fifth grade work.
Since Mom’s back to her healthy self, Dad decided it was time to have some knee replacement surgery. The surgery that should have been done like 15 years ago. Procrastinator? Perhaps.
In all my life, Dad’s never asked for a thing. He doesn’t need gifts for Father’s Day or his birthday. Just a phone call. He didn’t even need someone to build their house, he did it himself!
So when I was talking to him the day after his surgery, in his drugged-up stupor he asked if I was going to send him cookies. How could I NOT?? Dad’s a huge jokester so I had to infuse a little humor. This is what I came up with:
The little stick figure guy was my attempt at copying Jill FCS, who is amazingly creative and talented and nice. You can find her pictures on Facebook and Flickr. I want to be like her when I grow up.
By the way, Dad’s doing so well he’s already scheduled surgery for the other knee. Seems he’s working on that procrastination issue.