everything we thought would happen did. They wanted to pull
all the balloons down so I had to take them down. Then they
popped one by one throughout the day giving my mother heart
failure each time. Then, to top it all off the glass light fixture
that the string was connected to unexpectedly fell to the
floor and shattered into a million pieces while all the kids
were playing in the vicinity! I guess it was pretty stupid to
connect something so enticing to a glass light fixture. The
kids, however, are very well. My mother did a superb job of
coralling them into their bedroom while I vaccumed almost
every shard of glass I could see.
most Turks probably think so. A friend told me to hit my
children where no one else can see. I told him I would try. Ha
ha! Shermie decided to fly over the back of our couch. He hit
his face on the floor and from the look of it he must have
landed on something else too. I don't know what. All I know
is that ice was put, eyes were dried, and then the little bear
was set free again to pitter patter the rest of the night away
to his care-free hearts content. The next morning his eye was
pretty much swollen shut.
Claudia is well, we are all well. Next week we are going on an extensive trip across Turkey. We will be renting a car and maybe I'll be nice and let my mom sit in front sometimes. Ha! I know, I sound so mean. The relationship I have with my mother is somewhat comical. I don't know why but I cannot refrain from teasing her. She's a wonderful sport. The sad thing is, I can't take the same treatment. I am such a baby. Every time she or my husband tease me about the slightest thing I am very disgusted and offended. I think that on those single people websites they should offer the word "teasable" to describe people. Who wants to be married to a no fun wet blanket anyway? Absolutely no one (except for my husband).