Lately the dog has suffered more injustices than just not being washed (who am I kidding? she revels in the smell of death and rotting flesh. Roadkill is her Chanel No. 5). Q has been continuing his quest to "get Snickers". He thinks it's great fun to chase the little dog around the house with turkey basters, bicycle pumps, and toy tractors. She spends her days napping with one eye warily open.
Sheldon would be smart to spend his days napping too, but instead he is crawling around and getting whacked in the head by a foam sword that his mother stupidly purchased for his older brother in a moment of insanity.
My house is full of danger, and weapons, smelly Yorkshire Terriers, and laughter. The thing is, I wouldn't want it any other way. I guess I've always wanted to live an exciting life, full of danger. I thought about being an international spy, or a corporate executive. I ended up as a mother to boys.
The gift of today? Toy swords. They create a cheery chaos and a spirit of adventure. They're also good for a laugh.
Today I'm linking up with Chatting at the Sky to unwrap the gift of today. What's your gift?
