I discovered Facebook 3 nights ago.
I know what you are thinking...something like "Hello! Welcome to the 21st Century!" It's OK. I know.
I have had several persistent friends finally whine just enough so that my Facebook resistance was annihilated. **sigh**
It is because of that evil discovery I don't have one craft project to show you today. Not one. Every minute of my life has been spent reconnecting with people. I woke up this morning to 72 new emails in my inbox. My household chores are not getting done, I have not seen my kids in days, we are eating TV dinners! (OK, that was all an exaggeration, but you get my point!)
With all that said, I think it is my new guilty pleasure! I love that I am able to reconnect with my college buddies and people I have met over the years!
Facebook is genius! Now, just to find a happy medium!
So, in a rare moment I was not glued to the computer, I witnessed sheer genius from my 6 year old daughter.
"Ouch!" my almost 9 year old son exclaimed, hobbling over the couch.
"What happened", I tentatively inquired, hoping he did not do anything to cause a trip to the ER. Murphy's Law would have dictated that, as my DH is out of town and we are having a nice blizzard. A trip out with 3 kids, crappy roads and I am sure a mere 2-3 hour wait in the ER would have been the excitement we were looking for today!
"I hurt my leg," he cried, a bit too melodramatically. The tone was indicative of the one all men use when they have any sort of mild ailment and are "dying".
My daughter, a wanna-be nurse, doctor, or veterinarian (depending on the moon) immediately tended to him.
"Here," she said, "this will help". She then proceeded to pop him in the head with her paperback book.
"What did you hit him for?" I immediately inquired.
"Well, if his head hurts then he will forget all about his leg."
Ah, I see a wonderful future in the caring professions. Hey, at least it would be better than a hobo.