The Ransom Note

Dear Little girls,

Can't find your missing toys? Look no further for it's probably gone! Because my threats of sending you to summer school have failed. I have taken hostage a sack full of miscellaneous toys. It may contain some of your prized possessions or ones you don't even miss. Not to worry I will take good care of them as long as you cooperate. You must comply with the following demands or you will never see your little pretties again. I want all fighting and bickering to stop! No more yelling and tattling about who has or done what. I don't want to see battle scars and evidence to plead your case. I will not let it ruin our summer with loosing privileges and fun. So, stopping the whinnying and stomping is a must! Until then you can sit and think of poor Barbie and a few other Bratz somewhere in the middle of the bag, desperately praying to avoid the trash. Now, you have 24 hrs. to do a complete attitude overhaul or your precious little Barbie's coming back in pieces. The rest of the toys will be dumped at the local salvation army, to good little children with no toys. You just thought you couldn't share. Think what fun those kids will have playing with your toys!

Love, Mom

Dust bunny treasures

With the girls home I decided to do a little spring cleaning with their help. One of the things they helped me with was vacuuming under the couch. (I know... Why? No one ever looks under there anyways. Because, I have weird cleaning compulsions that's why! I'll end up working my tush off cleaning all day and in the end no one even notices. Why? Because... I'm the only one who saw it to begin with.) Regardless, today I had one of those cleaning itches, which I am so glad I did. When we flipped the couch over... Oh My Goodness! It looked as though I had some little homeless kid living under there. There were toys, crayons, candy wrappers, marbles, you name it, and all piled in with some Major dust bunnies. It's a wonder we all haven't died sitting there breathing all that in. To me it was just a filthy gross mess. I felt like I needed a breathing apperatice, just to finish cleaning. Yet, to the girls it was like Christmas morning. Here they are snatching and grabbing and digging all in it, "Oh...so that's where that went!" Madisen grabs some nasty old ChapStick that was clearly trash..."Awe...that's mine!" All I could think was Surely you aren't going to use that! After seeing them like that, I've come to the conclusion ..."Clearly, I must be OLD, cause that is something I just don't get a thrill out of anymore!"