Photostory Friday - Labor Pains

There may not have been any babies born, but there was definitely some pain this labor day. My sister in law asked the other day, "does anybody have a camera?" And I said, well, am I here? Of COURSE I have my camera. Do I ever attend a family party without it? I mean, one never knows when one of my crazy nephews will do something silly like attempt to turn left into dad's driveway while being passed by a little black car driving 60 mph in a 40 mph zone and you may need to photograph the scene.

Don't worry. Everybody is okay. The vehicles... not so much. My suggestion: avoid driving anywhere near my nephew. My dad offered to let him drive his brand new truck in the meantime, and he had to decline out of fear he'd not bring it back in one piece. He's probably right. This kid is a serious wreck magnet. His comment after this wreck was "just once, I want the wreck to be my fault." He's just that lucky.

Speaking of me... I turned another year older. *sigh* I actually had a fantastic birthday. I went back to work. I did my first day of recess duty, my first day of bus duty, my first kindergartner threw up on me. My husband made sushi and we had zucchini cake with homemade dulce de leche sauce. I couldn't have asked for a more perfect day. Minus the vomit, that is. Speaking of vomit... the people across the street brought in truck loads and truck loads and even a few semi truck loads of potato dirt. This may mean nothing to you, but if you have ever smelled potato dirt, you would know that it is the most awful and disgusting smelling thing ever. Worse than vomit, me thinks. And when the wind blows just right, such as it does first thing in the morning, or when the air isn't blowing at all, which is rare cuz this is Idaho and the wind always blows, it fills the whole great outdoors and sometimes the great indoors with the lovely scent of vomit potato dirt.

And while I'm on the subject of things that smell delightful... this kitten is going to be the death of me. She has defiled my houseplants, the carpet, and even some of the furniture in some of the most vile and disgusting ways known to the feline community. If she wasn't currently wounded from a fight with with the bigger pain in the butt cat (she also lost a fight with a paper bag today), I'd dump her right back where we found her - the Walmart parking lot. Good news is... she kind of likes water. The super cute husband threw her in the shower and she slowly wandered out, licked herself off, and then got right back in. *sigh*

In the meantime, just heed the warning the girl taped to the recliner in the living room. That's all the warning I'm going to give you...

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