A former collauege looks at me and says, "Do you have a dog?"
Uh, no. No dog. I have no idea what the child was doing. Then all of a sudden, he flops to his belly and lets one rip. Not a little baby toot, but a grown up fart. Embarrassing.
Lesson learned. Don't take your 15 month old to a Sr. Reception. Speaking of Seniors. Here are some of my past fourth graders...
Whew! I feel better. Now here's my menu. FYI, the Torres' are hitting up a restaurant 2 times this week! I know, don't fall over.
Monday-Burgers, Homemade Salsa, Brown Rice Chips, Oven Baked Pickles
Tuesday-Los Cabos for a birthday party
Wednesday-Hummus Crusted Chicken and Squash, Salad
Thursday-French Lentil Soup and Grilled Cheese
Friday-Parmesan Crusted Tilapia, Brown Rice, Grilled Veggies
Saturday-Little Miss' Dance Recital...out to dinner
Sunday-Mother's Day. My husband better be serving me up something fabulous!