Shepherd’s Pie

You know how Shepherd’s Pie is basically made up of leftovers? Okay, good.

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Bug lost his third tooth when we were down in Alabama last week. The Alabama tooth fairy is way more generous than the Tennessee tooth fairy. As in, $22.75 more generous. I know. I’m tempted to start pulling out my own teeth.

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Earlier this week, Hubs went out of town for a couple nights (but he’s back now, creepsters), so it was just me, the squirts, last week’s DVRed sitcoms, and ADT on alert. The last night of our dad-less existence, our security alarm went off. My first thought was, “Oh, shitake.” (Minus the “ake” – it’s my go-to expletive in only the worthiest circumstances. Thinking we were being robbed while Hubs was out of town was a very worthy circumstance.) My second thought was, “Who breaks in at eight o’clock on a school night?” My third thought was, “Get Bug out of the shower, stash Bean somewhere she can’t climb out of, and go investigate. With a bat. (or, Like a boss.)”

So I yelled for Bug to finish up (so he’d at least have clothes on if a robber was around), stowed Bean in her crib, ran downstairs, was too chicken to check outside the doors so instead checked the alarm to see which door had been compromised, and prayed Bug’s little league bat was up to snuff.

Thankfully, the control box said it was the fire signal that was going off. Whew. Obviously, there was no fire, so I turned off the alarm and called ADT to see what was up. Turns out, Bug’s steamy shower was the culprit.

Relieved, I returned upstairs to find Bug soaking wet in nothing but his underwear, standing watch like a sentry over Bean’s crib with his toy Civil War musket over his shoulder. It. Was. Awesome.

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Bean is about eight months ahead of schedule. As in, lately we’ve been dealing with some Terrible Twos Tantrums. (I like alliteration, not to be confused with alligators.) I’m going to go ahead and place the blame on the four molars that are pushing through her gums, but when she turns two, I’ll be sure to let her know that she already used her Terribleness up.

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Next month is NaNoWriMo. I discovered it in the middle of November last year, so I didn’t even come close to hitting the 50k word limit. It was so, so fun, even though I didn’t finish. It’s pretty much just an exercise in prolificacy (that is a really awkward word), but it’s nice to devote 50,000 of my words to junk and come out on the other end thinking that 50,000 might not be junk after all. I encourage you to try it!

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I suck at blogging consistently.

How generous is your tooth fairy? Doesn’t inflation suck? Do you have a security alarm and what’s your PIN? What’s your NaNoWriMo username? Let’s be friends!

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12 responses to “Shepherd’s Pie

  1. Being a Shepherd I nominate that we come up with something else for Shepherd’s pie. My mom used to make it and it’s gag nasty. I think it should become a yummy dessert! Oh and the burglar story was funny.

  2. Very proud of Bug!

    I’m also with you on the Shepherd’s pie. It takes a huge amount of chocolate sauce to make it palatable.

  3. Oh I am SOOOO tempted to do NaNoWriMo.

    I’m just afraid my family won’t survive. Especially since my son’s black belt test is November 5th so we will be non-stop practicing on the days leading up to it and hosting a big party afterward. Then my husband leaves on the 6th for a week for his yearly National Sales Meeting…

    Ugh.

    Can I totally freak everyone out with my stress the first week and then pull the only available parent away from my kids for the second?

    Oh yeah and over Thanksgiving I’m living with 15 people and 3 dogs at my sister-in-law’s house for a week.

    Crap. I may have just talked myself out of NaNoWriMo.

    There’s always next year. Right?

  4. Love the musket part. Big brother representin’. Heard of nanowrimo but don’t really get it. Need more info. And I suck way more at blogging consistently (and reading) than you. So there.

    • You pretty much just try to write a 50k-word novel in 30 days. No editing, no excessive plotting or obsessing over it, just basically free-writing. I’ll probably end up writing 50k words of crap, but it’ll get the creative mojo flowing.

  5. Couldn’t be more proud of Bug!

    The Tooth Fairy always gave us a quarter. Darn inflation.

    Oh, except that one time I got a dime and an IOU for .$15. In my dad’s handwriting.

    • And IOU! That’s my kind of parenting.

      I’ve actually considered recycling Bug’s tooth fairy dollars, since he just leaves them lying around. He’d never be the wiser.

      And he’s a protective little ninja-slash-Civil War veteran.

  6. Your son’s response was incredible.

    Also, what’s with all the haters on Shepherd’s pie? I love that dinner!

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