Well, I Am Good
|Moving them in!|
Me, Cole (in the back), and Caleb
But- even though it's work; it's still time spent with my guys.
I have entertaining kids. They're funny. And a bit quirky. If you notice, Caleb and I are blocking Cole in the picture. He was wearing a white shirt that got sweaty, and he didn't want any "nipplage" showing in the picture.
When we were done, we hit Taco Bell for some food. While ordering at the drive-through window, the lady asked me how I was doing.
I said, "I'm good- and you?"
"I am well," she answered, with more than a little emphasis on well.
My guys got a kick out of that. Writer mom got English schooled by the Taco Bell gal.
But I wasn't ruffled. I have the perfect defense:
When I say, I'm good- I mean, I'm good. Well only takes into consideration my physical well-being. Saying I'm good encompasses my entire cosmic essence and spiritual being.
And you know, some days I'm only well. Other days I'm good. And on very special days- I'm *gooder than good.
*I only did that to make grammar Nazis click their heels. But, I know how it grates on the nerves, so I'll be nice.
How's this? I hope you're feeling better than good and all is well in your world!
Thanks to our hosts in this weekly check in: Lexa, L.G, and Katie!
2. It's one week until the first game of our high school football season. My baby is a senior, so this counts as a bittersweet one.
3. The boys are coming home this weekend. With two gone and the other two in school practice- it's been awfully quiet this week.