We're Back....

Hi all... how was your weekend? You MUST let me know. I'll tell you about mine: We pigged out. Really. Not so much Mof3 who is always, you know, doing the diet thing. But the rest of us were like contestants on Survivor who stumble across a picnic that's been abandoned by it's owners to go squaredancing off in the distance or something like that. We were oinkers... we really were. Anyhoooo, we worked up that appetite pretty much with some more early morning baseball, then some backyard football, then a birthday party at Chuck E. Cheese's. (more about that later.) Sunday was Palm Sunday Mass and the extra 3 pages and twenty minutes of the Gospel almost did us in. The figgity-Fogarty Liam and the Ants-in-the-Pants Noelle almost made Deacon Cove (a lovely man with a long fuse) come into the balcony and drag them down by the ear. Go for it, Deacon Cove... they were NOT behaving well.
Fof3 had a bad migraine yesterday and Liam must have thought that bouncing the basketball in the house would somehow help. Grrrrr. (Not a toy b-ball, a real one) (Not on carpeting, on hardwood flooring) Noelle was a great remedy... she found herself with Caitlin and her dad in Old Navy... but we didn't have too much luck.
ok ok ok Back to Saturday....Chuck E. Cheese's for Christian's birthday party...it was FUN. I got to see all my nieces and nephews and they were all really cool. Noelle's 50 tickets won her a small styrofoam plane that is still in my jacket pocket... someday that'll come in handy. You know, come to think of it, there is a single woman out there (you know who you are) and Chuck E. Cheese is a single man, good with kids, has a good job and boy, can he dance. Just think about it. Maybe we can do a double date. Happy Birthday Christian... oh yeah, check this out...my nephew Christian is on my baseball team and guess what? He broke his thumb. Grrrr. Hey, Christian, how'd you hurt your thumb? Did someone kick you in the butt? (I love that one!!)
I drove two of my nieces to school today... the made five kids and Fof3 in a small Saturn... it was fun. Talk about your close families. When F0f3 left for work this morning, Mof3 was, ahem, er, uhhhh, kinda leaning over the garbage pail ready to, uh, you know, throw up. (More like throw down) Gotta call her to see how she is. I can tell how she feels by the way she answers... "Hello???" (in her sing-song voice means she's all better)... "Helllll, cough, cough,ugghhhh, oooo? That one means she's still sick. Hang on with me, I'll call her right now... ringing , ringing, ringing, where is she??... ringing, "Helllllooo..." (whispery, still sick voice....uh oh.) I wonder if this has anything to do with pigging out... maybe, huh?
ok, well that kinda does it for me today... I want to hear more about your weeke... G2G (you know why)