I had a very odd conversation with my children last night.  We were watching TV and the Oprah interview with Lorena Bobbit kept bouncing up in the advertisements. Feeling pretty confident that no one under the age of 10 knows what Ms. Bobbit did, I didn't think twice about it. Kids have a 6th sense about things that are inappropriate, if there is one thing I've learned being a mom that is it, because I didn't see the following conversation coming....at all.

3 Grader: Mom, what did Lorena do that was so bad, what? 

Me: Nothing, seriously nothing.

3rd Grader: Why is she explaining on Oprah? What did she throw out the car window?

Me (believing honesty is the best policy): She got mad at her husband and decided to cut a body part off him.

3rd Grader (silent for a moment): What part?

Me: It doesn't really matter.

1st Grader (looking smug, enjoying her older sister's apparent naivete) I know what part.

Me (what the hell could she know?): You do? What is the part?

1st Grader: Can't say its a bad word.

Me (realizing I have to know what she thinks, I don't care if she cusses): Its OK, I promise you won't get in trouble just tell me what you think it is.

1st Grader (leaning in to whisper in my ear): NUTS.

Me: Did you say nuts?

1st Grader: Yeah, don't tell any body.

3rd Grader: Thats sick.

Me (laughing so hard I felt ill) Pretty close babe.

 

Enjoy it while you can Evil Pussy...

Today the thermometer went slightly past 60 degrees, and there was a revolution in Sandpoint. The streets were full of people rejoicing, hugging, kissing,  walking their dogs, and I saw at least 4 people at the grocery store wearing flip flops.

The signs of spring are every where. The lake in my front yard is becoming more prominent as the days go by. I am going to see if I can transplant some trout in there. Can you "foster" trout? Hmmm... there is a fish farm around here somewhere.

Also I am glad to report that Evil Pussy's days as an "indoor" cat are numbered. When all the snow melts, he is going to be an outside cat. Especially now that he can drag his dish around like a dog while screaming at us, at about 6 AM every morning. On a positive note, he has stopped playing with his own shit.

Lastly I picked up my girls from school today and my first grader informed me that she was "so hot" (from the blistering 60 degree sun), she needed to "wear capri's tomorrow." A few minutes later I heard stifled laughter from the back seat, I looked back and little Miss 1st Grade was topless, singing to herself staring out the window. Her older sisters were convulsing with laughter.

I yelled back to her "Put your shirt on hillbilly." 

She replied: "Why? No one can see my boobs."

Now, you can't really argue with that can you?

If it hits 70 tomorrow you can bet the whole town will be topless and humming.