My husband is teaching a late class and my MIL has a program she wants to watch, so the kids and I are hanging out tonight, building a huge fort out of couch cushions and having a dance marathon.
Yeah, that’s right—on a school night. ‘Cause we’re rebels.
Janie has just discovered the Big Band sound, so we’ll be dancing to Brian Setzer (after the commercial,* sorry):
And since Sunny just discovered our Schoolhouse Rocks Music CDs, we’ll also be waltzing to things like this:
And then popcorn, brushing, and bed — and then maybe some writing time for Mommy, unless I try to win the dance contest, at which point there will be heating pads and Advil as well.
Wish me luck!
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*Well . . . we dance to commercials, sometimes too . . . And popcorn. And the clothes dryer when we forget to check pockets for change . . .
Earful of Cider 
On a school night! I’m closing this web page immediately before word gets out and there is dissension in the ranks.
Wait—you don’t have dissension? How do you do that?
Those are the best nights for dance contests – the rebel nights 🙂
True!
Hey—aren’t you supposed to be Nano-ing? Get back to work! 😀
I could use some of your pep. Please FED EX immediately.
Sorry—I used it all up to “Cat on a Hot Tin Roof,” even before Janie put on her Blue Man Group concert. Whew!
I held my own, though, until we hit the Kodo drummers. Or vice versa.
Pillow forts! My favorite, can I come over next time? (Around here, we do sheet tents, where you stretch a sheet or blanket over the furniture to make a tent. Insert child, book, flashlight. Naptime for mama.)
You’re always invited to our pillow fort raisings, Averil. Bring cushions, sheets, and naptimes. 😀
You had me at popcorn.
We replaced our battered old couch in the snug last year with a leather one. The cushions in the leather one are not removeable. The kids still haven’t forgiven us.
C’mon over! Bring chocolate Hobnobs!
The Kid in me wouldn’t forgive you, either. But the Mommy who was faced with putting together two couches and a loveseat last night (after folding four fitted sheets) wonders if that kind of furniture is available around here . . .
Hobnobs? Have we had this discussion?
I’m not sure—there was a discussion a while back on Murderati about Cadbury chocolate rolls, where I said that Hobnobs were one of my top five reasons to visit England. But I don’t remember talking about them here or at your place.
There’s a fabulous grocery store near where my parents live that carries UK imports. Mom brought up some Hobnobs at Thanksgiving one year and I fell in love, probably because I can’t get them here. But then Mom’s store stopped carrying them. Sigh . . .
No, we haven’t had the discussion. Will save it for when we are meeting for coffee and chocolate hobnobs. Now was that plain choc or milk choc?
Sounds good!
Plain or milk? Hmmm . . . Yes.
Since I spent half of my sons’ childhood years as a single mom, I have loads of great experiences going it alone.
(And some not so great experiences, too.)
I suggest eating supper in the bathtub. (Be sure it’s dry though.) It’s a hoot.
The perfect place for spaghetti!
Thanks, Sherry! 😀