The Best Laid Plans

What I Planned:
To skip the Bible study that I am loving (Breaking Free by Beth Moore) to let my two favorite kids have their two favorite friends sleep over and taking my 2 plus their 2 Best Friends Forever to family Bingo to support the school PTA. Bonus points - Doing this all alone since Hero Guy is in the Primitive Forrest tracking down additional trophies.

What I Got:
A blue Bingo marker "explosion" by the girl BFF which caused the demolition of 2 winter jackets, 2 pair of pants (one bought new today), 1 favorite shirt. In addition, the five of us returned to my house with very stained arms and hands. As my luck would have it, all ruined articles of clothing except for one winter jacket belonged to my own children. Why is that?!

Please excuse my while I go and gaze at the soothing new green paint on my living room walls.

PS-Believe me, I would have posted pictures except that Hero Guy took my camera into the deep woods while he's stalking the big bad wolf.

Comments

Anonymous said…

Can I just suggest that the next time your children and their BFF go to bingo they use the CRAYONS LOL!
~Sue

11/10/2006 3:40 PM

Unknown said…

So glad you had some nice soothing walls to fix your eyes upon.

11/12/2006 1:46 AM

Mary Ellen said…

Hopefully you'll find the magical product that will remove all the stains. With all the gidgets and gadgets you love to buy and try surely somewhere in that collection there is soemthing that removes marker!?!?!

11/12/2006 1:47 PM

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