* So my son's Eagle Scout announcement was in the local paper yesterday. I was really happy about it, except there were TWO typos. You all know how that grieves me. I know I need to just get over it, but here is how the last paragraph read: "Small is a recently high school graduate and will be attending Belmont University in Belmont beginning in August." (Belmont, btw, is in Nashville, not Belmont.) Is it possible that the editor of this particular section deliberately created these typos to torture me? (Yes, I double-checked and the errors were not on the original text I sent.)
* Tonight, tonight, the shower doors will be put back on and we can start using our main bathroom again (the one with the beautiful new floor). I take comfort in knowing that other people get excited about things like this.
* About 15 moms and girls from our American Heritage Girls troop are heading up to Cincinnati next week for the national convention and 15-year-anniversary. Yesterday we all got together so that they girls could make swap pins, t-shirts, and work on requirements for the 15th-anniversary patch.
It all looks so calm and peaceful. And cool. But for 2.5 hours, my co-leader and I were sitting on the dry grass with ants crawling over us, with temps up to 99 degrees, using duct tape and bleach to help the girls make t-shirts. Not a fun way to spend an afternoon in July in Tennessee, I'm telling you.
* The other day I bought extra-long sheets and an extra-long comforter for my oldest. You know, the ones that are made especially for dorm beds. Because he's going away to college in 6 weeks. ("At Belmont University in Belmont," for Pete's sake.)
* I am reading My Name Is Asher Lev, the book that Belmont will use as its freshman "common book" this fall. I don't know why I never read this before; I did read several of Chaim Potok's other books. I love it so much. I really want to go lounge around and read right now. But alas, yardwork, housework, painting, and children are calling me.
* Dr. H. just asked the usual Friday question: "What's happening this weekend?" The answer was a blissful: "Nothing." Hopefully that means we'll be heading up to the Smokies to do some hiking.