Something I'm really, really, really proud of . . .
Something I could Like about him on Facebook, and then Unlike again if he got embarrassed . . .
He's been doing his own laundry.
By his very own self.
Been doing it for a month now so I can have more time to sit around and watch t.v.
He's got the washing and drying part down, but he hasn't quite gotten the hang of folding yet, which means when you walk into his bedroom you get the distinct impression his dresser has just come down with a severe case of the stomach flu.
I was going to tell you all about this, but then my ex-door neighbor, Martha (remember her?) politely demanded that I talk about basketball instead. (Why does basketball always trump domestic accord? That's what I want to know.)
But when Martha wants me to talk about basketball, I talk about basketball, especially after she sent me a pair of magic earrings to wear to the state tournament last week.
Now if only I had something interesting to say about basketball . . .
Unless, of course you want to hear about the state tournament last week?
I guess you could say it was just like every other week that we attend four basketball games in Salt Lake.
Except the price of admission was a little higher. The stakes were higher too. Oh, and the stress and adrenalin levels were through the roof!
Plus I shushed my MIL three times in the car on the way to the semi-finals for interrupting me while I was trying to yell at her son. I usually don't do that.
And my 13-year-old kept telling me I was weird. He usually doesn't do that.
Other than that it was just like every other week. Up until the championship game, when my 15-year-old son had to step in and play out of position for most of the first half because some of the starters were in foul trouble.
Oh Martha, I wish you could've seen it! He made the most gorgeous three pointer in the history of the world. Or as they say in the paper, he stuck a trey. Whatever that means.
Oh, and btw, your magic earrings worked and they won the state championship.
There was no kiss though because she's waiting until she's 16. How SaWeeeet is that?
My son's friends leaked it to me, and now I am leaking it to you, that someone (powerful) is donating $300 to her if she stays VL till her birthday. I think my son might be dangling the fruit of the tree of knowledge in front of her. For this reason I am taking up a collection with the hope of earning $301 to offer her if she will partake of the fruit before her birthday. If any of you would like to donate to this worthy cause, please leave your credit card number in my comment box.
Okay, back to Martha. Look Martha, guess who my boy is buds with:
And just for fun, check this out:
Not even embellishing a teensy bit.
Here's one more shot you can buy for $6.99 if you want. (It might make a lovely Christmas gift for a friend or neighbor.)
Here's another one, but you don't have to buy it because I already cut it out of the paper.
BTW, if you feel like reading about my boy in the paper, have at it.
But, Martha, promise me you won't lose sight of what really matters about the state tourny, and that is the fact that my boy came home after every game and washed his own uniform.
While I sat on the couch and watched t.v.