Nettles and peanuts

My kids are awesome, they really are. Today I had to wrestle the military bureaucracy with both kids in tow...often a recipe for disaster! In the 20 minutes it took me to get a new drivers license, my children had to go to the bathroom no less than three times (complete with vivid description of what needed to go on in there...I really need to teach them to just say "one" or "two"...) In between trips to the bathroom the kids entertained themselves by drawing very anatomically correct dinosaurs (and describing these as well...loudly). Nothing turns the wheels of the painfully slow bureaucratic system like two little children discussing the size of a T-rex's "peanuts" for all to hear!
The rest of the day went like that...
So, I really needed my three mile run tonight. Feeling brave, I took a new route...bad idea. I went quite a long way down a footpath in a field behind our house before realizing that the path would never cut back over to where I could get home. It was getting cold and starting to thunder...things were looking desperate. I ran a little further, following a creek full of green slime...no bridge over the creek of green slime. At this point, it was dark and I had lost all feeling in my frostbitten legs and arms...so I decided to jump the "creek of slime". The "foilage" that grows along the creek of slime is mostly nettles...quite unfortunate for the girl in the short shorts and tank top. But I slid down the creek bed and leaped the creek...probably would have cleared it too if not for the short, now numb, legs. The really fun part was then tromping through a freshly plowed field (did I mentioned it had rained buckets today?). Needless to say, I arrived home covered head to toe in mud, shivering, and numb from cold...which may have been a blessing. Apparently I'm a little allergic to nettles and now that the feeling is back in my red, swollen, hive covered (sexy huh?) legs, I sorta wish they were numb again. I think tomorrow will be a treadmill day....

And a bonus picture...
If you tell your naughty four year old to go to her room, she just might take out every baby outfit she has ever worn, attempt to try them on herself or her dinosaur (which is now apparently a girl). Maybe I should shorten time outs...