Connected

We are apparently well connected in this little town of ours. Or, at least with the dentist.

Alec is in the beginning stages of orthodontics. Which is to say, he doesn't yet have braces. We're going through the pre-braces things right now.

Today he got the go ahead. So, all we had to do was get his teeth cleaned and he'd get his braces on.

I called the dentists office to schedule an appointment.

"We have August 18th open"

"That won't work, he is going to Michigan for 2 weeks starting August 6th"

"Well, that's all we have until September. What is his name?"

"Alec Gilliland"

"Has he been here before?"

"Oh, we've been there many times... We're the Kovacs"

"Oh! That's all you had to say!"

His appointment is at 2pm today.

Seriously. Wth. I guess dh's bad luck with teeth comes in handy afterall. Spend $5 million dollars on dental work and you start getting same-day service!

2nd post in one day!

This is typical me:

We have this annoying moth problem, you know those ones that live in your flour and freak you the hell out and ruin your cookies because you don't know they are there until you open it and have a nervous breakdown.

We threw out EVERYTHING in our baking cupboard. I currently have no flour, sugar, cornstarch, cornmeal, baking powder, etc. Now we're waiting the 8 weeks or whatever it takes for the little bastards to die off.

The worst part about them is not that they keep ruining my bread making. It's something far more sinister. They keep landing in my wine! Everytime I pour a glass of wine, 5 minutes later there is a dead moth in it. Like, EW! I think I'm permanently traumatized and will spend the rest of my life inspecting my wine after each sip.

But, it gave me a clever idea!

This morning, I opened a bottle of wine and put a small bowl of it in the cupboard where they were. I will trap those little alcoholics! Except, the bowl I put it in was one of those Gladware throw away ones, that apparently should have been thrown away. It had a crack in it, so most of the wine leaked out.

I noticed this a short time later, and went to clean it up. Of course, in the process, I got it all over me, not to mention it being all over the cupboard and now counter.

It's 9am and I already smell like a wino.

They Say It's Hereditary

Yesterday, my boys took a big step. They went downtown alone. (Not like urban city downtown. Dinky small town where someone walking down the street after 1 am makes the police blotter downtown.). The 4th of July parade was going to start, and they decided they'd walk over and see it. (told you it was a small town)

Since the parade started at 6, they wouldn't be around for dinner. Dh gave them some money and told them to eat at the hotdog place in town. I was freaking out imagining them ordering everything on the menu and then not having enough to pay for it, but he assured me that he discussed this with them.

They both made it home alive, and together. Believe me, I totally expected the older one to ditch the younger one and come home alone. So, just the fact that they were together and had all their limbs made me feel pretty good.

I asked them what they had for dinner. They said the hotdog place was closed so they went to the cafe. So far so good. Of course, I had to ask the mommy question of what they ate.

Cinnamon Rolls.

I wasn't really THAT upset, but as I am the mother I had to say "cinnamon rolls are not a proper dinner!"

"But we had Pepsi, too, and that's a dinner drink." says the 9 year old.

OF COURSE! How silly of me!

Then... This is what I woke up to this morning. When I come out of my bedroom, straight down the hall at the other end is the 13 year old's room. He apparently picked this tape up out of the street on the way home after the parade ended. Anyway, 6:30am as I walk out of my bedroom: