Things I forgot to tell you

Not that I forgot, more so that I forgot to blog about it.  Ben won the out-of-school spelling bee in the primary division.  He spelled and spelled and spelled some more.  In fact, one evening after a particularly intense practise session with Dave, he turned to me with tears in his eyes and croaked, "My voice hurts from all this spelling."

Laryngitis aside, all that spelling landed him on top ... despite being significantly shorter than the competition.  Moreover, the spelling bee was on his birthday!  His principal had the crowd sing Happy Birthday to him.  If Ben had the powers of blushing within his tool kit, he would have been crimson from head to toe.  Instead, he just looked cute, embarrassed and more than a little chuffed.

Jacob, on the other hand, suffered an, ummm, humiliating defeat.  One word:  motif.  One f, not two.  Absolute devastation combined with a good dose of character building.  Would that we all learned such lessons so early on.  No photos available.

I will, however, be back real soon with pictures of Hannah painting my, I mean her, medieval castle for gr. 4 Social Studies.  I would also post pictures of the four (count 'em) police cars parked only houses away.  (Yes, Feminine Gift, right next door to you.)  The Forensic Investigation Unit was also present.  Despite our walk-by, we were completely unable to ascertain the cause of the investigation.  Ben insisted that the elderly woman was probably in the business of throwing drugs at people.  (Is that how narcotics are dealt these days?)  I would have taken pictures but I have married a man with a far greater sense of propriety than I.
Alas, blogging does not make me a journalist anymore than hypochondria makes me a doctor.