So, after a long hearty breakfast...and more coffee (people I am on a roll)..we headed out to the orphanage...

We knew we might have problems with Miss C...so we packed an extra 'present' for her to open there, in case she wanted to open one of the kid's presents...I stocked up on goodies and juice and we were off..

As soon as we got there...all hell broke loose...she wanted the presents...soda...cookies..all the stuff that was prohibited...her wailing was becoming distracting to those who were speaking...

I picked her up like a suitcase...and headed up a hill with a screaming child...got in my Van and rolled the Eff..out of there..

I was there for a good 20 minutes...
True stayed behind..

So after spanking Miss C..and writting a three page letter on how I must learn to make lemonade with the lemons life gives me..I went to bed..

I was depressed, sad...hella mad..
sometimes, it's hard having a child that doesn't understand social cues..and even harder when people don't understand that she doesn't understand...

True showed up around 2pm..and spent the day trying to make me laugh...we had a hearty dinner...which included steak...and desert...Fudge Brownie Ice cream...and proceeded to finished up Al Gore's Inconvient Truth...which I must say ...is a must see...but somehow in between...we started to play rough..

You know..the sucker punching...the pushing, the kickboxing...the Ninja moves..

Ya' don't know??!

Well anywhoot..

So as we were playing...we lifted the same leg simultaneously to kick each other, in a Ninja move which was a cross between Daniel Son's knee kick in Karate Kid...and Ultimate Street Fighting....

HeeeeeeeeeeeeYaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!

And in that moment...that was in slow-mo, like the Matrix, we didn't see it coming...

The bang of our knees against each other's knees..

Very Hard.

I happened to bang my bad knee (I have a bad knee..that acts up once in a while...happened when I played Qtr. back on the Cowboys)...I fell to the floor and in between all the giggling and "Owing"...we got up and survived..

It was a good weekend..
Different....
With a lil' bit of everything...drama...tears...comedy...and tinge of action...

I hate to admit, I was in shock as I watched True eat, how domestic I have become again. I was a fan of domestic stuff...cooking...being the nice wife...blah blah..but after a while of being alone...I kinda of stopped caring...

With True at home..it's like "I wanna make coffee".

It's pure domestic bliss...

*gags*

If you guys ever see me ask for a sewing machine...lock me up...and throw away the key...

next thing ya' know I'll be making crochet coasters for Mother's day...

not that there is anything wrong with that...

Right??!