"I hope you intend to blog about this,"

said my DH last night as we were getting ready for bed. What did he mean, you ask? He meant for me to tell the story of how some snollygoster (I kind of watch O'Reilly a lot even though my DH thinks he's too liberal) STOLE MY TRASHCAN FROM MY YARD SALE.


I bought this cute little sign with Happy Bunny on it for our driveway (it was $2.47, so I wanted to keep it close to home). Instead of putting it on top of a political sign (vote yes on the 4th question Tuesday), I turned the camper trashcan upside down and taped the sign on.

Everything was going great. I was clearing junk out of my house (even though having two children who like to keep things "just in case I need it" makes it hard. Why are they so much like me?). I was making a little spending cash. Win-win.

However, at some point during the 6 1/2 hour foray into the life of a flea market proprietor my trash can vanished. I first noticed it when I walked to the edge of the drive to add some more "merchandise." I looked down the drive, noticed the lack of a sign and said, "Hmmm that's strange." Then I walked to the end of the drive, and looked around (maybe it blew away?) and nothing. It was nowhere. Then I thought, "What on earth?!?" What was someone thinking? Was it something like, "OH look! A free trashcan that I'm sure she will never even miss. I'll just take it because isn't that what people do? Take things that are at the edge of the driveway? That's where people put the free things after all. Never mind that sign."

The good news is that the trashcan thief was good enough to rip off my sign and throw it into the middle of the street. I'm sure the tire marks will come off.

Cooties are OK

As I was cruising the Internet yesterday (instead of working on anything important), I came across this little gem. You can go back and read the full text, but the gist of the article is that kids with head lice should not be forced to miss school. This was not a hypothesis from some group of yahoos, it came from the American Academy of Pediatrics.

So what the good doctors are saying is that if a child has nits, they stay. The article says sending them home increases the "overall hysteria" and doesn't benefit the child. Also, it says that a child with a few nits "might not ever have a full blown infestation." I don't know about you, but the word might is not strong enough for me, but neither is hysteria (that would just be the tip of the iceberg). Because if one of the monkeys or I was sent home...I don't even want to think about it.

Worst-case scenario. The policy changes, the students don't take my advice of, "Never share a hat or comb, or lice will make your head their home," and I have to wash my hair before AND after school each day. I have never in my life had lice, and I don't intend to...EVER.

Annnnnnd Check!

Of the long, long list of things I want to do during the summer (I still have time to document in scrapbook form the first five years of my daughter's life, right?) VBS was right there on the top of my list. I wrote the curriculum last year, and our VBS got cancelled at the last minute. So basically, it was all ready to go in a box under my bed for the last year.

Last week, we dusted it off and put it in play. I was really glad Thursday when it was over, and everything went as planned (quite well I might add). Well, everything except starting Tuesday night's festivities in the basement hallway of my church because we were under a tornado warning (gotta love the Midwest).

So now that Jubilee Junction is o-v-e-r, I can start thinking more about school. Not that I will, I just said I can (that is if and only if I want to, which with 4 more weeks of vacay, I don't).