There's been a lot of life as usual around here lately, which sort of adds up to no news is good news. A little basketball here. A little gymnastics there. Some work on the school yearbook. More Lent. A little sibling rivalry. Lots of sibling giggles. A few opportunities to pitch in and make a difference in somebody's day. A little rust on our van. New light fixtures. Winter melting away.
The other day I was at the dollar store, and saw the greatest guitar sunglasses. I couldn't think of any particular use for them, so I resisted. That day the kids brought home a little flyer saying that Friday was Rock Star Day. Of course I made a beeline back to the dollar store.
Bethany had to remind me that with rock stars there has to be a little drama. In her case, drama over what to wear (thank you Google for plenty of results under "how to dress like a rock star"), drama over how to wear your hair. I have to say, she was pretty good when I couldn't find the pink hairspray this morning. But someone needs to tell this girl that rock stars love to have their picture taken. She finally warmed up. Kind of.
My rock stars...
they crack me up.
Their future's so bright,
they've just gotta wear shades.