Who Said Sunday is a Day of Rest?

It was quite an eventful day today. I kind of like eventful days. They're certainly more memorable. And they really are what life's all about, no?

~ Figured out Grace's new obsession with hairy butts. She um, didn't mean butt in the sense that I (or the rest of the world) thought. See, she has always called her privates her hiney. She started calling the front and back of herself her hiney when she was just little, and I just never pushed it or told her otherwise. (Yes, I guess some people would say I suck.) But anyway, I figured out today, after another "event" that she wants to know why big people have hairy butts in the um, front. LOL! Nice.

~ Had "relations" first thing this morning since the girls had slept at my parents' house last night. That in and of itself isn't newsworthy in a blogging sense, but... I DIDN'T LAUGH!!!! Yay me! (We won't mention how it was 5 AM and I was in a dead sleep immediately before and immediately following the event, which probably had a lot to do with my lack of laughter.)

~ Hannah, out of the blue, learned how to ride a bike today. *sniff* She's been sitting on it forever, but never grasped the whole pedaling concept. But today, something must have clicked and she just took off. She is soooo proud of herself. Of course, she hasn't completely grasped the whole steering concept and keeps the wheel turned permanently right, causing her to go in a big circle, but that's probably better for me anyway. LOL! By the time we came back inside, she was like a little freakin' speed demon.

~ Took the girls to Wal*Mart, armed with Steve's credit card and driver's license, and a list (from Steve) of a billion things he wanted me to get. Got up the checkout, got rung up, ran Steve's card through the machine, and had the cashier ask to see the card. FUCK! Was told they couldn't let me use Steve's card, even with his driver's license, and they had to cancel the order, re-ring everything up (that I had to take back out of the bags, much to the chagrin of the people behind me), and then use my debit card. This means I now have to deposit money in my account first thing tomorrow morning (or be overdrawn), AND that Steve can kiss my ass and go get his own damn shit from now on.

~ During the Wal*Mart Trip From Hell, we picked up a baseball mitt, a new bat, and a helmet for Grace since she'll be starting T-ball right after Easter. Came home, where Steve pitched to her and she was knocking them out of the freakin' park (figuratively speaking, of course). Seriously, the kid has a kick ass swing, and repeatedly nailed them over Steve's head.

And let's just end with a goofy picture of Grace. Because she rocks and she makes me laugh.