Date: Sunday, June 25, 2017
Song of the Day: It’s All Coming Back to Me Now
(We *might* have forgotten to take some of the champagne out of the freezer)
How soon we were reminded what a debacle getting 5 kids to the beach plus all of the STUFF we apparently need for a couple of hours in the sand. We are not the quickest moving group in the AM (“Diva! WAKE UP!”) Just kidding– she isn’t the only one…
Olaf: “I’m hungry!” (10 minutes after eating 3 pancakes and a bowl of cereal)
Fudd: “Mom where are my flip flops?”
MK: “Does anyone have sunscreen?”
Bill: “Diva- go to the bathroom already!”
Miss Priss: “Where’s my towel?”
Bam Bam: “I want a marshmallow!”
Things we take:
- 3 chairs
- bag of sunscreen
- Each kid has a backpack with whatever toys
- Boogie boards for each kid
- 2 umbrella
- 2 cooler bags (beer, gatorade, water)
- Watermelon cut up
- phones in ziplocks
- garage door opener
- 4 shovels, buckets, rake
- 5 kids
So we lug all this down. No children were run over (BONUS!) No cart to attempt to drag through the sand this year (SWEET!) We get settled– umbrellas up with minimal hassle! We are there *MAYBE* an hour… (insert sudden wind, black clouds, and rain)
“Maybe it will blow over…”
Nope. No chance. We pack up (quicker than any of us would have believed) and start herding children back to the house. We make it about 1/2 way before the heavens open up and attempt to drown us all. Bill and I get the bigger kids back and in the garage (only time we could find the opener with any real success). I head back and grab Bam Bam from MK.
Low-key rest of the day… Golden Girls, Family Feud– including this gem:
Hubby recently introduced me to the British show, Room 101. On this show, 3 panelists (usually comedians and/or actors) try to convince the host (currently Frank Skinner) to put their pet hates/ fears in to Room 101.
Here is the description from Wikipedia:
Room 101 is a BBC comedy television series based on the radio series of the same name, in which celebrities are invited to discuss their pet hates and persuade the host to consign those hates to oblivion in Room 101, a location whose name is inspired by the torture room in the novel Nineteen Eighty-Four which reputedly contained “the worst thing in the world”. George Orwell himself named it after a meeting room in Broadcasting House where he would sit through tedious meetings.
It’s pretty funny– especially when panelists pick really obscure things. Last night we watched an episode in which cyclists in lycra were put into Room 101 (I wholeheartedly support this!) and also cats (which I beyond disagree with)… So this AM I have been thinking about items I would nominate for admission to Room 101.
- Mushrooms- Everything about them grosses me out– their texture, smell, taste, etc. I mean, who initially saw these pesky things growing and though- “Oh hey, these look and feel bizarre… Let’s eat!”
- My dishwasher- If I run it one more time and the little soap door doesn’t open, I swear to God you will find it in my front yard!
- Donald Trump- I don’t think any explanation is really necessary.
- Plaque- I hate flossing.
- Turtlenecks- Why wear a shirt that feels like someone has their hands clasped around your throat?
I have a feeling this could be an ongoing post… I am sure over the next week I will come up with many more ideas for the Room… What about you? What would you nominate for Room 101?
Another snow day tomorrow! Miss Priss has school… Hubby has work… I plan to catch up on the new Sherlock series…