Something smells like barf... wait it's me

So Curtis and I are doin' our nightly routine, sitting in front of our laptops, me looking at blogs and him looking at slides for AOP (no I don't know what it means either). And I realized that it's my sleave that smells like barf. Barf from Janie Kate because the last time I nursed her I was sitting in the boys room reading Pokemon: Deoxys (those things have the most RANDOM names), and I didn't have a burp cloth, just Eli's blanket which he would have freaked out more than usual if I would have used that! So I used the sleave of my green sweatshirt, which is a little bit sad because I just washed it, and now I'm going to have to wash it again, and I am becoming a laundry miser lately. I have so much laundry that if there is something that doesn't need to be washed (say a green hoodie) because it made it through the day unscathed, I don't wash it. Curtis disagrees with this philosophy because he doesn't like to wear limp jeans. And in 5th grade he PROVED to a girl in his class that he washed his jeans EVERYDAY by scribbling on them with a pen, and voila the next day they were clean! (That story has been a STAPLE of our married life, one that I hear every time the subject of laundry is on the docket.) Love that story honey!


The Sequoia had a dead battery today. I think it's because I left the lights on. They're automatically supposed to go off, but I think that it still sapped the battery. Lights are just meant to be turned off. And the crazy part was that the negative and positive ports on the battery weren't labeled, AT ALL. It caused a little bit of frustration in the form of this dialogue between Curtis and I on the phone:


Me: Hi honey, the car is dead as a doornail
Curtis: Well you can charge it with the charger.
Me: ohh... ok.

(Search for charger, hook up charger, yell at kids for unplugging charger, plug charger back in, tell kids to go inside, get into argument with Eli about going inside)

Me: ok, what do I do?
Curtis: put the red on the red and black on the black.
Me: there is no red and black.
Curtis: put the positive on the positive and negative on the negative.
Me: There is no positive and negative.
Curtis: deep sigh





Really! Promise! NOTHING!

Good thing my friends Alli and Megan came over and through excellent deduction skills figured it out that the slightly pinkish dust around one of the... knobs? probably meant that there was once a red cap on that side.

Me: ok, I'm gonna do it, hopefully it won't blow up

Megan (as she grabs Christiano and Angelo and retreats quickly) : It DEFINITELY won't

Sequoia: Doesn't turnover AT ALL

Alli (who didn't even wince or move from right in front of the car when I used the words blow up) : Maybe it's the starter. Or the alternator.

Me: huh?

Alli: yeah.. because I have crappy cars that always need work.

It was a great day even though I smell like barf:)