My name is JoAnn. Do you know what would be fun? If I recapped my evening yesterday. It should be illuminating.
First, I ordered Chipotle for three people online and then I noticed I accidentally ordered my husband a chicken salad instead of a chicken burrito. So I called and fixed the order. Then my husband picked up the food while I made sandwiches for the kids and talked with my friend Polly, who was babysitting. She brought her dog Pipi. Her dog is a shih tzu. Polly is a vegetarian.
AnyWAY the order was totally wrong, but at least they didn't put meat on Polly's dish. Then my husband and I left our three kids, our friend Polly, our cat, and Pipi the shih tzu all together. We hiked over to "life group" which is sort of like bible study but less bible study-ish. I wore an owl hat. In the car, I opened a Dr. Pepper and it started to overflow onto my pants. I tried to drink it down, I failed. I held it out of the car window while it dribbled soda. My husband said I looked like a crazy person with my hand holding a Dr. Pepper out the window and my head covered in an knit owl.
We came back at 9 and said goodbye to Polly who text, "The baby HATES me" every five minutes. The baby was still awake. Polly doesn't like to be cried at.
My husband stepped in dog poop. Then we went to bed. Well, we cleaned up the poop first. I played Words with Friends in bed, and I am LOSING every game. People who play words like, "QAT" on a triple word space make my head explode.
About My Family:
My four year old drew this. It's a family portrait, but he chose not to include his little brothers. Q is on the left, with sharp teeth. My husband is in the middle with roller robot feet and a "roger" face. After some investigation, a "roger" is a robber. And my four year old thinks that rogers are cool. Because they fight. I am on the right. I have googlie eyes and...a MUSTACHE.
Q (my 4 year old) has reassured me that I don't REALLY have a mustache, but he felt like drawing one.
Then he drew the cat:
Her name is Dr. Claw. She is my cat. Q gave her a valentine he made in Sunday School. He gave his mother? Nothing. Dr. Claw has been stressing me out lately. It's my fault this happened, but still...
If you decide to follow me on Facebook, don't forget to post a photo of you with your link, and I'll add it to my "Friends of the Ostrich" page at the top of this blog. I defy you to beat the friends I have already at their shenanigans.
