I have nothing exciting to post. We didn’t “celebrate” Leap Day or do anything worth blogging about. I did have a moment of inappropriate hilarity today at the Stations of the Cross as we started singing “At the Cross Her Station Keeping.” I was thinking of what Pumpkin Girl said and what I wrote and then “Bohemian Rhapsody” started playing in my head. I choked back a giggle and gave myself a stern look and focused harder.
Honestly, sometimes I’m no better than a kid. Maybe it was the smell of the carbohydrate heaven soup supper waiting for us in the activity room.
Mostly, though, I wanted to post something on this date since I won’t have a chance for another 4 years. At that time Bip will be 6, Pumpkin Girl will be 11 and Boo will be 13 – and let’s not even go there.
Shoot me an email
Follow me on Twitter
Subscribe
{ 1 comment… read it below or add one }
My oldest will be 18 on his next birthday. Eighteen. EIGHTEEN. Looking back four years, 13 seems downright sweet.