Kevinless weekend meant Chad and I got to eat like complete assholes – making the absolute spiciest food we could get our paws on and prepare. (Friday: Mexican… Saturday: Thai…. Sunday: Indian…) – No wonder why my stomach feels weird this morning.

Aside from that – Spring Cleaning…. Cause it’s time.

It’s also time for other Spring things… Like Andrew’s Spring Concert at school. (weren’t we like… just at this?).

Fourth-grade = Recorders

And – well… If you haven’t had the distinct experience of standing in a gymnasium as forty fourth graders whale away on flues… well there’s a special room in hell waiting for you with a flute icon on the door.

But everyone knows going in – this isn’t the St. Louis Symphony.

I looked around as the kids belted out, (?) “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star?” – and saw wide smiles and clinched teeth…. Then I felt my own face making that same smile – accompanied with that feeling like your eyes are pulling away from your nose.

I’d turn around and low and behold before I could break my smile to make the “Oooo… Dreadful but God Luv-em pucker-face” – Elise would mouth “Isn’t it fabulous?” between her own pearly whites.

And she was right… It wouldn’t matter if the kids were doing French Performance Art, (equally grating)… It was fabulous… and we’re glad we got to see it.

What’s important is that we got to see oh look a chicken.