We took the girls to Kohls to let them cash in their points from the chore chart. On the way there Jer got a sampling of how hilarious the girls have been in the car lately. A month or two ago I picked up a CD entitled Rhinestone Cowboy, it's a mix of country music from the 70's. The girls LOVE the thing and make requests to hear their favorites while we're driving. There is nothing cuter than a three year old girl asking to hear "Mama's Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys" and then hearing her sing along.
More of their favorites:
Rhinestone Cowboy
Take This Job and Shove it
Dukes of Hazard
Here You Come Again (By Dolly Parton)
On The Road Again
They actually had Jer's size dress shirt in several colors so we bought 5. My post from the other day about how it sucks to be tall and lanky, yeah, the husband is just as bad or worse. If I see a shirt in his size that isn't $100 I buy it.
After getting home, baths, snacks, stories, and bed I challenged my husband to a Scrabble duel. He reluctantly agreed. So we opened a bottle of wine and I kicked his ass. Severely. He quit when I got to 350 points. After I gloated sufficiently he turned the tables on me and pulled out Stratego. If you've been fortunate enough to never have played Stratego let me explain. It's a war game that involves soldiers, bombs, and capturing a flag; and I suck royally.
He kicked my ass so badly that it was boring. Then he laughed at me when I lost and he asked me what strategy I used. I explained that the soldiers were evenly spaced in platoons. I claimed he had an unfair advantage since he actually knew what the hell he was doing.