My silly girl
Mom and Dad came up on Tuesday to bring back the Pontiac. They actually drove the Pontiac here, not hauled it on a trailer. It no longer bleeds oil. YEAH! Apparently, the oil leaked so bad on the way there that it left a trail on the way up the trailer, a huge puddle during the drive, and when dad pulled out the gauge, it left a puddle of oil on his workbench. Yeah, it had a serious problem. lol. He fixed it and now I can drive to play dates and start meeting the homeschool groups in the parks and events again. Heck, when Zach isn’t driving an hour out of town, he can drive it to work and I can take the kids in the nicer vehicle. WooHoo!
When they arrived, Zora and I had recently gotten out of the shower. I was dressed already, but Zora was refusing to budge from her tantrum, totally naked, laying her head on the toilet seat cover. I told mom to come around the corner and she couldn’t help but laugh when she saw her. Grandma was able to convince the little diva to get dressed, and let her pick what she wanted to wear in the process. The girl has a flamboyant fashion sense:
We went out to CiCis for supper and she was as charming as she could be trying to get us to give her brownies before the pizza. lol.
Today, when I was getting some clothes washed, she decided to “help”.
I love that silly girl.
