As you may have guessed, my life now consists of running here and there with the kids in tow, looking at the nuances between this dishwasher and that, pulling Liberty Grace off of the machines and Mercy Jane out of the machines, and deciding which one I want in the new house. (Err, dishwashers that is, not children.) So I haven't blogged.

Plus, it's hot out.

So here's a quick story that I emailed my friend Debbie Awful a few weeks ago. Debbie Awful works at a radio station down in Georgia, and she thought y'all would like to read what occurred at our breakfast table. In fact, I can't even claim the pun in my title. Debbie Awful thought of it.

Copy and Paste, you are my friend!

Our family was listening to your radio station this morning while we ate our breakfast of pancakes and eggs. Liberty kept kicking her sister Mercy Jane under the table, and I finally asked her, "Liberty Grace, are you kicking your sister?"

"No, Mommy," she lied to me.

Just then, Bud or Bug or whatever his name is on the radio said something like, "If you're listening to WRAF, then YOU ARE KICKING your weekend off right." The phrase YOU ARE KICKING came right after Liberty's response to me.

Liberty looked startled at the computer (which is how we are hearing your program) and with a touch of fear in her voice, she quickly turned to her sister and fervently said, "I'm sorry, Meecee Dane, for kicking you!"

Then she checked the computer to see if she had been forgiven.

HAHAHA!