happy valentine’s day or at least you don’t have the plague

we had a valentine’s banquet at our church tonight, and high school students served and babysat to raise money for ski camp. it was so great…especially the babysitting. i sent my kids with taido and went to yoga. then i arrived late.

it was kind of late when i was bringing the kids home and tai had to stay and help, so i told the big kids to scoot into their pajamas and they could watch an episode of little house on the prairie while i got simon down. they were all complaining that they hadn’t really eaten because they had little caesar’s for dinner at church, which they hate because they are food snobs like me. God love ‘em. so i’m thinking…i will pop some popcorn and cut up fruit when i get simon in bed and they can wind down their happy crazy sugar high day watching little house on the prairie. which is a tradition we have started since mary polly got the entire first two seasons for christmas. she was turned on to the little house by the carr gals, and i have to say that it is an obsession i can get behind. i cry at almost every episode. in fact, i would like to move to the little house. the whole show connects with something deep inside me. taido thinks i am secretly in love with charles ingalls. or that i wish he was charles ingalls. really i wish i was caroline ingalls. i love her.

anyway, i tell you all that to tell you that tonight’s episode was all about the plague coming to walnut grove through a pack of rats inside some bad corn meal. it was unusually depressing and gross, and maybe not the relaxing, popcorn and fruit eating activity i had envisioned. it was so sad that it was almost comical.

so after the boys cheered when the barn of cornmeal and rats got all burned up, we ended our valentine’s day with explanations of why we don’t have to worry about all kinds of diseases anymore because of vaccinations. so if your valentine’s day was a little crummy, as it just can be…with all that expectation and all, well…at least you don’t have typhoid.

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