We have a lovely new pet. His name is Bob. See sometimes I'm a good mother, sometimes I actually do extra things with my kids. Bob is one of those things. This is Bob as of this week (ignore the date on the pic, as I haven't figured out how to update the date yet).
Bob is a dirty ole sock, stuffed with dirt and grass seeds. Bob is growing grass hair. Good grass not the marketable type, naughty people! Bob is the only plant type thing I haven't killed, ever. It might be cause Princess is soley in charge of Bob.
Daily, she feeds him sunlight: this means taking him out side, almost like a real pet. Although she just leaves Bob on the porch, which would make us bad real pet owners.
She also waters Bob: bathing him in water fresh from the fridge door. Slightly chilly but Bob likes it that way.
However, Bob smells. Not like sweet sunshine green grass, poor ole Bob smells like foot.
Probably shouldn't have used one of The Man's ole socks for Bob.....
Friday was a strange day. First off, the boss was out of office so it was very quiet. Got some stuff done in the morning, then they announced that there was "snacks" in the breakroom. People, my department rocks the boat! The above is the "small" plate I helped myself to. Yum. Oh and at noon we all left for a team-building afternoon of raquetball and pool. I had to drag myself back into the house afterwards and took a three hour nap. The children and The Man just smiled and waved. I am still in pain. I'm too old to learn raquetball. And too fluffy.
