Summer Jobs

My kids were not happy with the new chore charts for summer.
Dallin: Mom, why do I need to do chores in the summer?
Me: It' your job.
D: School is my job.
Me: No more school, no more job.
D: Well, what's your job? Oh wait, Laundry. You will be doing that forever.

Yes, I suppose I will.

Look at that! I uploaded a picture! I am really coming along. Me with all three of my stinky boys.  I am thinking Jarron would kill me if he knew this was on here, so please don't say anything to him!

I want to join the blogging world.  I have stalked my way around for quite some time, and am ready to jump in.  I won't have the cutest blog on the block.  I won't have clever, witty things to say.  I will talk about my stinky boys, and how I never believed boys were really stinky until I had my own.  I will talk about what I may or may not make for dinner, or even if dinner gets served. I will continue to stalk all of your amazing blogs and love every minute of it.  Thanks for sharing for so long, even if you didn't know you were!