I've been so busy with my panini maker, I haven't had time to write. Or clean. Or do laundry. Mitch bought me a panini maker because I emailed him a link to the one I wanted from Amazon, with the promise of monstrous sandwiches piled high with beef, and oozing cheese and untold goodness. Also, I may or may not have promised other things. A panini maker is basically a glorified George Foreman grill, but this one is so much prettier than a GF grill. It's Italian, and shiny. So, I've been sticking everything I can think of between a couple slices of bread, bagels, or tortillas, and shazaam! Melty, toasty goodness. Is she still talking about making grilled cheese sandwiches? Why doesn't she just get a life?
Hey, at least I'm not still talking about chickens. Mmmmmmmmmmmm. Chicken panini.
Yesterday the girls had their first cheerleading class. I know! I tried to convince them that we are more of a soccer/baseball/panini family than a cheerleading family, but they were not to be dissuaded. They were actually dripping with fatigue when the class was over. Olivia hated the part where they are required to yell, copying the teacher, as she is my shy one, but she excelled at all the gymnastics. Grace loved the yelling part, but, um, being named Grace and all, she didn't exactly get the moves down as shown. They both had a blast, though, and want to go back, although I'm pretty sure Olivia is going to punch the cheer coach if she makes her yell again.
Tonight, they are invited to a slumber party. Seven five year-old girls for 15 hours. None of whom have ever spent the night away from home. They've got the back of my van full to the brim of things from their room, none of which is clothing or toothbrushes. Hopefully, they'll call me to come get them before I attempt to go to sleep tonight, or I'll be sitting up, staring at the light of the clock all night. Mitch is having an even harder time than I am at the thought of his baby girls going to a slumber party. Last night, Grace coughed a little, and he was all, "that's it, there's no way they can go with that horrible cold they've got going." Oi.
Come on over, we're making paninis for dinner!
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You are braver than I am. None of my girls have ever been to a slumber party. I am the meanest mom on the planet. Actually none of them really care too much. I think they are relieved they have an excuse as they are all home-bodies (like their parents). Good Luck! P.S. Do you do Panini Take Out? There may be a market here in no-take-out-nothing-to-eats-ville.
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