I dozed off this morning after my alarm. Do you know what that gets you? That gets you in the middle squished like a sardine where the very flexible man will TOUCH YOUR BUTT. D:
Last night Strudel had the Kindergarten Singalong. She started off dancing like an elephant.
Then there was some singing. And some nose picking, at the top of the risers, in front of everyone. I get to have the kindergartner mining for magic nose goblins. I stage momed her and made the motion of STOP PICKING YOUR NOSE DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOU ARE EVEN but it probably just looked like a bee flew into my nostril.
At Burgermaster we discovered that it would be better if it was called “Lambmaster” and that some people cannot pronounce the word “synonym.”
As far as my DNA news goes, it’s new news. My sister did the swabbing to see our maternal ancestry and told me yesterday. She showed me a bunch of cool stuff on her phone while we were out, and I will get a copy of the paperwork soon. Woot.
Where did you get the DNA test? I kind of want to do it. I’m adopted, and there’s no record of what I am at all, and I’m kind of tired of writing “Honky” on all the forms that ask what race I am.
She did this. You pays your money and you takes your chances. https://genographic.nationalgeographic.com/genographic/index.html
I just benefit from it, because all the ladies in my family are the same, apparently.
Sinomin! Ahhhh I love it :)