HiDeouT Business... I want heat!!!! I want Sun!!!! I want a vacation!!!!I want to play outside!!!! I do not get up for school!!! I do not want to do homework!!!! I do not want to get sick!!! so says the PRESIDENT.
The Recruiter is ready to start her Spring Marketing campaign for HIDEOUT initiations. This will include chalk drawings on the driveway; a small parade around the neighborhood in her camo-green, jeep, all styled in the latest hip decals-provided by Saying It Simply. (Santa brought a Go-Diego-Go power-wheel vehicle, but The President has made it an oh-so-cutesy cruiser); there will be a daily fashion show for summer's hottest swimwear; and she can be found sporting tanks and shorts almost everyday. It breaks my heart to tell her a storm is brewing...
The Factuary, poor guy, stated this morning he will not be able to further his education today on account he has a headache. I wish it was only a headache-he's down for the count. I KNOW there is something wrong when the WII does not bring about a smile.
The Entertainer gave a stellar performance during his oral report on FABLEHAVEN yesterday. And this was without notes. I found his prompting cards on the kitchen counter shortly after he left for school. I was able to get them to him around 11 am, only to find out he had opted to retell the tale to his classmates without the cards. Mrs. B informed me, he did perfectly and received, I think, 95% on the project. Way to go, Jack!
The King and Queen of the HiDeouT absolutely hate daylight savings time. Experiencing the most difficult adjustment period to date. My eyes see 7 am but my brain, stubborn as it is, knows it is/was 6am. That is much too early to wake up happy.
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Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Spring FEVERS
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Rise and SHINE
The president is not a morning person. Wish we could use the Financier in Housekeeping and Daycare once a week. The Pres is a morning whiner and gives herself a headache. The Club Clown attempts some light humor to liven up the HIDEOUT, but the Factuary squashes the attempt by stating "She won't giggle untill she has a moment to herself." Facts in order as always.
The recruiter is up. She has already started in on the new members we should allow to join. This president knows her limits though...Our HIDEOUT cannot house anymore. The VOICE informs her that guests can be invited over later. Thank Heaven relations live nearby and they bring babies of their own.
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