We're sparkly!

You know how you go to the beach and there is sand in the car for about 6 months? You vaccum it and try to clean it up, but somehow those microscopic sand particles just refuse to be sucked away. Well, glitter is a thousand times worse than sand.

You know exactly where I am going, don't you?

Brynn spilled an entire bottle of silver glitter this morning. Trying to clean up glitter is like battling the blob. Glitter senses that you are trying to get rid of it and as a defense mechanism it actually multiplies. "You may get some of us," it cries wickidly, "but you'll never get us all!"

So the glitter that was spilled in one spot on the kitchen table is now all over the kitchen. It is all over my feet. There is a glitter trail going down the hall to the bedrooms. There is glitter in my bed (and I just changed my sheets last night!) Let's just say that the house is very sparkly.

So everytime you see anything we own, touch or even think about for the next 2 years it is going to have silver glitter on it.

"Is your hair really getting that gray?" you'll ask with deep concern. Nope, glitter.

"Are you wearing braces again?" Nope, glitter.

"Do you ever give your kids a bath?" Of course, but I bathe them in glitter.

It's going to be a long couple of years.