In fact . . .

Tonight we decided to have our spaghetti and meatballs on the picnic table outside. It was a blast. Having 10-12 hours of sleep every night for the past 3 nights has made all of us seriously delirious. We should really try to do this more often.

So anyway . . . back to the picnic supper. Brian has bible study in Lafayette on Tuesday, and we were being totally silly at supper. I said "Wouldn't that be so funny if every sentence started with "In Fact?" So we spent the rest of the supper starting every sentence with "In Fact." "In fact, these meatballs are delicious."

"In fact, I would like some more carrots."

"In fact, this breeze is totally delightful."

"In fact, I love our new picnic table."

"In fact, this garlic bread is scrumptious."

"In fact, i just burped, excuse me."

Finally, Shelby turned her little head to me, with her Princess Lea buns, and said "In fact, you're a poopyhead."

Oh my word, we laughed so hard spaghetti almost came out our noses.

That's okay, we needed that laugh after our whole morning was spent at doctor's offices of one sort or another (along with a $1100 dentist bill for Hailey and the news that Shelby is allergic to some sort of tree that's flowering right now that are helping her tonsils to be the size of grapefruit.)

In fact . . . that was a lot of money that got spent today on those two little stinkers.

In fact . . . they're worth it :-)