Mary!

So I have this neighbor. Ever since I met her, she has thought my name was Mary. I've corrected her a few times, but she always reverts back to Mary. Her little son even corrects her, but it's to no avail. I've learned to answer to it. I spent most of Sunday afternoon working in my yard and since it was such a pretty day, she was outside too. I spent the afternoon answering to Mary everytime I'd turn off the yard care equipment. Nice lady though.

The ice cream molester van came up when I was weed eating. I think they've added a new van to their fleet this year. This one isn't quite as scary as the others. I still wouldn't let my kid go up to it unattended though. The creepy jack-in-the-box pop goes the weasel music is bad enough...I mean anybody who has to sit in a van listening to that song over and over again is going to end up deranged if he didn't start out that way.

Tonight I get to make poo poo cookies. Last week at Alias night someone started a rumor that I was bringing them this week, so I decided I should comply. I haven't brought any food in a long time. I also have to remember to bring monkey bread to Sunday School on Sunday. You'd think I actually cooked on a regular basis, wouldn't you? Don't be fooled!