Are any of you real germaphobes that always use those little paper rings on toilet seats to protect yourself? Those things scare me. I NEVER use them. (Instead, I always wipe down the seat to make sure it is totally dry before seating myself.) You know how you can get a piece of paper wet and the water kinda crawls up it? I'm always afraid that I'm going to pee on part of the ring somehow and it's going to become saturated and get me all wet before I can leap from the seat. Those paper sheets are good for blotting your face if it's greasy though.
I have discovered something that is even more fulfilling than toadstool punting! Smacking them with a golf club! Wooooo-hooooo! I had myself a blast in the yard a couple of days ago. The whole family came out to watch. Now, the boys know if they see a toadstool to come and fetch me. Sweety wanted to take a photo but I didn't think that the internet was ready for a golf-club-wielding-robe-wearing-bed-headed-Chickie. And I was too excited about getting busy on the toadstools to wait for him to get the camera.
Have you ever wondered what was going on in the teacher's mind during Open House? Go visit Thomas and he can enlighten you. (I totally lost it when he said something about pinching himself.)