Labotamy time!!!

Ever been soooo crazy overwhelmed by all the blotto stuff going on in your life that you feel as though your brain might spontaneously spin right out of your skull?? Well...I gotta tell ya...I'm totally there!!

Everyone's a critic!!!

This morning, we had violin lessons. Sophie gets to learn Twinkle Twinkle little star this week. After her lessons, we were in the car, and she asked me to sing a song for her. I picked Twikle Twinkle and sang it for her. Afterwards, I made the mistake of saying "how was that?"

Her response??

"A little pitchy!"

WHAT??!!! It's twinkle freakin twinkle!!! So I say to her..."What do you mean pitchy??!!! That's not very nice!!!"

Her response??

"It's not nice or not nice...you were pitchy!"

Thanks...Point taken!!!

Daddy's truck!

My Daddy has a truck...it's a very pretty truck! It's his baby...(I am NOT!) This thing is so bling-ed and chromed up that I'm positive it would show up on Google Earth...futhermore, the cost of the darn thing would cover half my mortgage!!!!!!! My point is, I do NOT drive my Fathers truck! Don't get me wrong - my Daddy Loves me, and really does care more about ME then his truck...but I can't even afford to look at it, so I'm hands off! Anyway - Dad drives truck, and he's away right now. Before they left, Dad said that he left the truck in the yard, full of gas and that if we need it - go get it. (It's only next door). Well...this morning I decided to use Dads truck. Our sitter lives on Fairview, and the hill is steeeeeeep!! There's no way the Honda would make it up that hill without a fight, so I sent DH off with the Honda and I took Daddy's truck...for the first time ever - willingly! Not wanting to break anything, I let the heater clear the windshield. The wipers were coated in ice & stuck to the windshield. Instead of using the scraper to peel them off the window, I tapped them with the end of the scraper to break the ice free. All was going well...until...
I pull into the sitters driveway and notice a perfect crack in the windshield that runs from one side - to the other - under the wipers...EXACTLY WHERE I HAD TAPPED!!!!! AUGH!!!!! Now my problem is 2fold! 1st is that I may or may not have broken my Fathers truck!!! 2nd...even if I didn't...He's such a stinker - he'll hold it over my head for a very long time, as though I did and not tell me if it really WAS my fault!!!!!!! BUT...If I don't fess up...and I really DID break it - then I'm in even BIGGER trouble!!!
It's official...I'm 8 years old and still afraid of making Daddy mad!!! At what point will I ever outgrow this??!! I'll keep you posted on the dammage!