HABITUAL

Every Monday morning I wake up and decide, "This is the day, the hour, the moment...that I will live right."

Living right =don't spend money
exercise every day
avoid all things sugar
read my scriptures
post on my blog
be nice

Then comes Tuesday. Oops.

The checklist:
10 boxes of DIY bookcases, 2 gallons of paint, and 1 missionary overcoat does not equal free.
1 Monday morning weight training class does not an athlete make.
Curse you, Denise, and that bag of chocolate covered Peeps you sent home!
Scriptures? Does falling asleep during family scripture reading count?
Posting on my blog...well, I am a jokey jokester.
Being nice: Like I said. Oops.

One nice thing about me: eternally hopeful, I did the math. 38 Mondays 'till any of us have to set real goals...

TICKLED

I am hardly hilarious.

Zany, perhaps, and sometimes a tad off-color.
But funny is not my forte.

Want proof? Ask me to tell a joke. Inevitably I will forget, mix up, or completely massacre the punch line.

Or, leave your laundry unfolded on the laundry table. I will be anything but funny then.

So, it is with great pleasure that I share with you my April Fool's Day endeavor:

Dinner (which usually is a joke at our house).

On the menu were grilled cheese (toasted pound cake with frosting tinted to look like Velveeta), and cupcakes (meatloaf topped with mashed potatoes) for dessert. And carrots (real ones...my creativity does have limits).

I could hardly keep a straight face through the prayer. I about died when Lane pulled the A1 from the fridge. I couldn't wait until Joshua dipped his sandwich in ketchup. I hooted (privately) when Michael went to warm his toasted cheese. I, folks, had achieved hilarious.

(appreciative) Audience of one.

Next year I'm going to attempt the telling of a joke.

WRITING A NEW POST

APRIL FOOLS!

(Made 'ya look!)