The Great Escape, or Tiramisu My Darling...

Last night, I made a mad dash out of the house with the twins (after hours of thinking up reasons why not to go), to attend a women's bible study dinner with ladies from my church. We met at a lovely little Greek/Italian restaurant. I had already eaten dinner with my family, so I only ordered dessert...twice. Well what was I to do with Tiramisu on the menu? (I think that almost rhymes) And no, I didn't order Tiramisu twice (although I was tempted), I ordered Baklava the second time. Ooooo...and they were both soooo good. The trip was worth it for that alone. Of course, I did enjoy the conversation and company too.
I must say, that one of the pluses to nursing twins is that I don't feel as guilty for enjoying a little bit more dessert here and there. Don't I get one dessert per baby? Well maybe not, but I think I should. I suppose I'll have to carry them up and down the stairs twice as many times now, but it was soooo worth it.
Did I mention I love Tiramisu?

Things I don't miss about being a kid...

I don't miss getting shots at the Doctor's office.
I don't miss fighting with my parents.
I don't miss fighting with my brothers.
I don't miss having to do as told.
I don't miss nasty cold medicine.
I don't miss being shy around boys.
I don't miss homework.
I don't miss being grounded.

Things I miss about being a kid...

I miss waking up on Saturday morning to the sound of my dad mowing the lawn.
I miss being able to walk to the corner store without worrying about "bad guys".
I miss sleepovers with my girl friends that involved late night movies and popcorn, but didn't involve much sleeping.
I miss "Thrifty" ice cream, especially "chocolate malted crunch".
I miss waking up after the sleepovers, and not being tired.
I miss giggling at boys, just because they're boys.
I miss watching the old Disney Cartoons on Saturday morning.
I miss being Innocent in knowledge.

The Infectious Disease Ward...

...also know as my house. Yes, that's right, the kids are sick again.
If I look on the bright side, however, even though I didn't sleep last night due to sobbing infants, at least Ellie and Maggie took turns crying instead of screaming in unison.

Happy thought indeed.

Walk Softly and Carry a Big Stick...

While watching a movie about Joseph (of the Bible), Eddie saw all the men walking with staffs and said...

"They're so old, they even have to use sticks, huh?"

Death, the Final Frontier...

So Joe and I were talking last night, and being on the silly side, I told him he couldn't die on me because I didn't want to have to sell and move out of our new house. To which he replied...

Joe: "You can use my life insurance to pay off the house."
Rebecca: "But what about burial costs?"
Joe: "Do whatever is cheapest."
Rebecca: "I think that would be cremation. Are you ok with cremation?"
Joe: "I can live with that."
Rebecca: "You can live with that?" giggle, giggle, giggle
Joe: "Oh, I guess not." (Laughing)

Roses, and Noses...

...And (just in case you wanted to know), yes, my whole house smells like Bath and Bodyworks Peony lotion...