Thor had a wonderful week last week, with four of his big friends home, and is somewhat depressed without Jeff to talk to him and toss him pupcorn Fortunately, the weather moderated somewhat on Wednesday, and Thor and the little boys went out to romp; the rest of the week promises to be 50 degrees as well, and I expect to pack picnic lunches! Meanwhile, as the boys take Test 120, Thor offers support and guidance, and wishes to be fed.
Since many of you are doubtless confused about why Thor and everyone else is banned from the kitchen, let me explain. Remember the beautiful brunette from last week's pictures? Well, I used to have an island in the middle of my kitchen. I'd stage the pans and plates on it to serve dinner. Everyone was forbidden from the kitchen during cooking time. But, one night, when she was 7, aforementioned brunette ran through the kitchen, between the stove and island, as I was turning around to move a pan of spaghetti sauce to the island. She ran under my elbow, jostled it, and spilled some sauce down her back. I slammed the pan down, grabbed her, hauled her 2 steps to the sink, turned on cold water and hosed her. Very fortunately, she has always had long hair (I won't let the girls cut their hair as long as I pay for their support), and the hair took most of the sauce, fortunately landing below her head. Well, you know the floor was flooded, but she had only the smallest of red spots on one shoulder. Silvadeen cream, which I had since I've been known to burn myself, cleaned it up in a day.
The following week, I had the island ripped out. I kept a yardstick in the kitchen for years, threatening to use it on anyone who came in there for any reason. And you all wonder why my giant sons are afraid of their mother!
And, here's a picture of Thor and his smallest friend, since we can never see too much of Thor!