The Unusually Flattening Adventures of Flat Stanley

A daughter of a friend of mine gave me Flat Stanley so that I could chronicle his adventures in West Virginia. Silly daughter. Silly friend.

He arrived a month ago, but I am slow, so he ended up celebrating Rhubarb Pie Day with us instead of doing much in the way of hiking up hills, washing the pick-up, or coal mining.

I think he looks like he's having a good time, don't you?



Actually, TOO good of a time! FLAT STANLEY! I took my eyes off of him for two seconds and just LOOK! He is not so flat anymore!!!



Oh no, oh NO! I've ruined Flat Stanley! I told my friend and she was aggrieved, to put it mildly!



Fortunately, I was making a visit to Magee Women's Hospital the very next day and they have a machine guaranteed to flatten anything.

The technician was very helpful and even flattened him on both sides, just to be sure he was well and truly squished. How thoughtful!




















So, our trauma is at an end. Flat Stanly is flat again! Plus, he's gone to a place where no "man" EVER wants to go! Poor Flat Stanley! He may never be the same. (I'm also sure I gave the technician something to talk about for days!) ;)

A Perfect Husband in the Making

Okay, so Matt's only eight years old right now. Still. Read this and you be the judge. Will he be the perfect husband for someone someday, or what?

(Plus, he's just about the cutest thing ever.)

First of all, you need to be aware that our family joke is that dinner is done when the smoke alarm goes off. Ahem.

Here's the story...

For an after-school snack, I tossed a small pizza in the oven.

Then I left the kitchen for the 17 minutes it took to bake.

25 minutes later, I sniffed the air.

"Odd," I thought, "that smells like pizza! OH!"

(Flying dash to oven.)

Pull overdone pizza out of the oven and look up to see Matt watching interestedly. "Mom," he says sincerely, "that looks perfect!"

(It helps when you set the bar low.)

"Awww, thank you, Matt!"

My daughter Sarah walks in and mentions that she actually likes burned pizza.

Matt, not to be outdone, says, "Yes, it brings out the flavor of the pizza."

(Obviously, we need to watch less FoodTV.)

See why I love them?

Wrinkly Boys

What is it about BOYS and WRINKLES?

Mind you, I never buy anything that needs ironed. I am allergic to ironing. Honest. ;)


Downy Wrinkle Releaser is my friend!

BUT, when you are going to be on stage, SINGING a SOLO, in front of ALL your PEERS AND your FAMILY, do you really want to have on a costume that has been STUFFED into a string backpack for THREE DAYS?

Huh. Tommy, age 12, does.

He's going to be so unhappy when he sees it all IRONED and on HANGERS. :) heheheh ... I am SUCH an evil mom! ;)