Hah, glad you made it, I'll get the juicy details on your thread.
Glad to hear I was close with what I told the kids, of course, W is furious, and says it was "creepy", but tough patooties, honey, get used to it...
Well, I will probably get kicked off of here for flooding the servers, but I had another awesome thought.
Boy, this going dim thing must be really clearing my head!
D8 was telling me how W was frantically looking for a potato peeler last week, because she was making dinner for OM for first time, and was making mashed potatos. Anyway, tonight, D8 and I made REAL mashed potatoes together! Literally mashed because W took our mixer when she left. D8 peeled, I diced, and cooked, and D8 mashed them (with help from me).
What is funny, and even better because I realized this in hindsight - W makes INSTANT mashed potatoes for kids - but goes out of her way to make REAL mashed potatoes for OM.
I guess that kind of shows where priorities are, eh? Not a bash session, just a realization moment.
My PMA continues to sky-rocket, even after I just mopped on hands and knees (stupid Pergo doesn't look right unless you Windex it).
