She was licking her arm pit.
Kate: Mom, did you know that the average person can lick their arm pit?
Thanks, Kate. Of course, the rest of us tried. And, she was right! I guess we're all average. We can lick our arm pits.
Something must have happened with my flux capacitor hormone levels while I was sleeping the other night. It's pretty much a common occurrence lately. One day I'll be manic and energetic, the next day I'll be beat and grouchy, the next night I won't be able to sleep. And the cycle continues. It's crazy train, I tell you. Anyway, yesterday was one of those 'bee in the bonnet' kind of days, because when I walked out into the garage I said, "Yep. Today is the day. I'm going to make our garage into a two car garage."
Mr. Pessimister has always been saying, "We don't need to park two cars in there. It's fine with one." I think that's just code for, "I really don't want to be moving stuff around. It's good enough as it is. Plus, there's plenty of room to work." Which by work, that's also code for, "I can make a mess and not really clean it up and leave stain rags and brushes everywhere and leave the lid off the can of paint thinner. There is plenty of room for that." Yeah, that's what I found, and cleaned up, as I thrashed my craziness around the garage.
I tried. I really did. But in the end, if I want two cars in there, we can't open the freezer door while the van is in the garage, and we have to "Dukes of Hazard" it in and out of the windows.
But, if I move the freezer to the front of the garage, and hang the roof rack and some bikes from the ceiling, I should be able to make it work. . . .
That's when Neal rolled his eyes.
We went to Girls Camp on Friday night. All the Bishop's and their wives were invited to eat dinner with the girls and participate in the program. It was great. I love girls camp. Our Stake really does a great job with the organizing and planning. And, they have the best cooks ever! Seriously, gourmet food. And lots of it.