This is what followed in text.  Verbatim.

Me (to Matt):  A rich dude just let his door slam into our van with us in here and the van running.  Didn’t apologize or anything.  People are straight crazy.

Matt: Open ur door and give him a dent!

Me:  Might would except the kids and I have been reading proverbs.  :/  couldn’t even leave him a note.  “don’t correct a fool in his foolishness.”

Matt:  So, what do u call what u just did with that text?  ;)

Me:  Being a contentious woman?

Me:  ;)

Matt:  Lol

The other day we went to Sam’s Club to pick up some dough balls, sauce, and cheese for our awesome frozen pizzas.  While there of course we got their cheapest food combos ever: we love their slices of pizza and soda for right around 2 bucks (which is what Matt and I got) and also love their Nathan’s hot dog combo (giant drink and huge hot dog for a buck 70, no kidding, best deal ever!)  After I had finished off half my pizza Matt told me I should try the hot dog again, it had, after all, been months and months since I’d had a Nathan’s.  I resisted because the one the kids didn’t scarf down was BigMan’s and he chose ketchup.  I only eat mustard on my hot dogs, thankyouverymuch.  But Matt insisted, also known as pestering the mess out of you until you just give up, and I complied.  Expecting to hate the ketchupy wrongness of a hot dog.  Instead I was so taken with its deliciousness, that I started giggling while eating.  Y’all, we don’t make enough of a scene in Sam’s with our whole brood, so I brought more attention to us by eating and laughing.  I’m an idiot.  While Matt was mocking what everyone must be thinking watching us (with things like, “look at the ridiculous amount of people stuffing their faces, that’s what’s wrong with the world today), he also snapped this picture of me saying and laughing, “I was right, even with ketchup on it, huh?”  I ate the rest of it and loved every single bite of that silly underpriced goodness.

Even with ketchup on it.

While the fam was watching the Michael Buble’ Christmas special Matt called me in and asked me if 10 years ago (actually it’s more like 12, but who’s counting?) if I had a choice between Michael Buble’ and Matt Parker who would I choose.  I smiled and said Matt of course!  He asked me why to which I replied, “Because you sing better (he does!) and I looove you!”  I then asked him if 10 years ago (give or take a couple o’ years) he had the choice between me and Kelly Pickler who would he choose.

He replied, “You.  Because you sing better and you haven’t had any ‘surgeries’.”  Thanks, honey.

Yesterday while watching Charlie Brown’s Thanksgiving and Snoopy served toast, popcorn and candy, Bigman said, “Mama, can we go to Snoopy’s house soon?”  Oh the innocence of that boy!

And this morning I overheard BigMan and TheOldest talking, a question was asked of TheOldest and he responded, “I don’t know, you need to ask Mama, she knows all about the Bible, she’s actually read it.”  That alone made me smile, but then BigMan came over and asked me his question.

“Mama, why does God want to be a’visible to us?”  I answered him that I thought that God was allowing us to believe in Him and trust Him without seeing Him for a time.  That someday we’ll be able to see Him and there won’t be any question about Him being real, but for now He wants us to love Him, trust Him, believe in Him without seeing Him.  “Oh, okay, Mama.  I still think we could stack a bunch of clouds and climb up high and then say ‘Hi, God!’”  Oh, his innocent heart is just too much for me!

Okay, due to a couple of requests here is a video where my chickens and me talk for five full minutes about armadillos.  Yes, we do.  And watching it a second ago I see absolutely nothin’ wrong with how we “tawk”.  ;)