While Ireland was hanging out with Nick, we went on another bike ride past Bucky's. Liesel came with this time and was able to see what a cool trail it is. It runs by a stream and over this bridge we could clearly see fish!
Me: Which sister would you go to if you had a secret and you needed to tell someone?
Girls: *in unison* NONE OF THEM!!!
Liesel: They'd all tell on me.
Gita: Yeah, I don't tell them anything.
Sydney: Yeah!
I told Liesel I don't like the trend of women calling other women b*tch." Even used in a friendly way, it's just a really negative word. She insisted it's about women taking the work back because the negative use was popularized by men putting women down. So I told her I just decided to take the word butthole back. Yeah, if you think about it, it really means "we're tight" which is a positive thing. Now every time she walks in the room I say, "What's up my butthole?"
The girls have been diligently working on their flips. Liesel has been coaching Sydney who is by far the most reticent. I love the encouragement she gives her.
Ireland is on fire as well.
Leave it to Liesel to give an entirely different perspective!
At the Disney store, Gita spotted this stuffed Dug dog from Up. She insisted I take a picture and send it to Doug. Her love of even stuffed dogs just radiates right through this photo!
Sydney loves to bring me fantastic meals she has created. Here I get orange juice, grape juice and lemonade. What lovely refreshment options in the middle of a hot summer!
It may not look like it, but that's actually a lot of wood to contend with! I'm happy to report between Brent and I (mostly Brent) we had that sucker chain sawed and out to the curb for debris pickup tout suite.
Remember how I was dreading my talk on hope? I received the sweetest compliment via email a few days later. Glad my thoughts came across OK. I'm really better on the page than speaking.
A pedicure to match my mood.
Sydney jokes: What did the hacker tell his boss when he called in sick? I have a code. Where do dogs put their cars? In barking lots.
One of our trees was struck by lightning.
Every time I go to Culver's I manage to forget I'm waiting for food. When someone walks up with my order, I nearly scream, "Please no! I'm a mother and I have no money!!!" The worker in their blue apron is always annoyed with how surprised I am.