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Nov. 25th, 2005 08:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mommydamaI'm procrastinating the bedtime thing again. I'm so bad.
Brad is at a Spurs game tonight. He got an unexpected opportunity to go this afternoon while we were watching a football game at a friend's house. So off he trotted. This means I get to procrastinate bedtime again. They are playing so nicely right now. Sprinkling pixie dust on each other and practicing their flying. Eating potato chips (yeah, I know, I already said I was bad tonight)which seems like a singularly Neverlandish food to me, personally.
"Ready...Set...Go" says Mari, and away they all fly, the bag of chips trailing from Zoe's hand. Look at them zooming around the ceiling, knocking into the light fixtures, turning somersaults in mid air. I should really check to make sure all the windows and doors are shut and locked. I don't want to lose anyone tonight.
Why doesn't the pixie dust work on me? Perhaps I should try the potato chips.
Brad is at a Spurs game tonight. He got an unexpected opportunity to go this afternoon while we were watching a football game at a friend's house. So off he trotted. This means I get to procrastinate bedtime again. They are playing so nicely right now. Sprinkling pixie dust on each other and practicing their flying. Eating potato chips (yeah, I know, I already said I was bad tonight)which seems like a singularly Neverlandish food to me, personally.
"Ready...Set...Go" says Mari, and away they all fly, the bag of chips trailing from Zoe's hand. Look at them zooming around the ceiling, knocking into the light fixtures, turning somersaults in mid air. I should really check to make sure all the windows and doors are shut and locked. I don't want to lose anyone tonight.
Why doesn't the pixie dust work on me? Perhaps I should try the potato chips.
