Funk

We acquired a new pencil sharpener the other day. It seems that I buy one and then it is immediately broken or lost. We have all of these pencils that we can never use because we never have a working pencil sharpener. This time I decided to buy an electrical one instead of a battery operated one...well, technically I didn't "decide", but discovered it was a plug in one when I opened it up. So far so good. It can't go missing either, since it has to stay plugged in. That is, until someone decides to move it to plug it in somewhere else. We were all having a grand time with it the other night, sharpening away. One pencil, no matter how hard I tried, wouldn't sharpen, almost as if there was no lead in it. I pulled it out, and said to Line, Malia, and Auntie Ginny, "I think this one is defunct...". I had to pause to check myself...is that a real word? Ginny confirmed that yes, it was. I then heard Line mutter something along the lines of, "When did it ever HAVE a funk, anyway?". Cute, Line.

Oh, the Irony

Could someone Puh-Lease explain to me why why why my mornings go as follows: On the days when we have to wake up at 6ish everyone snoozes away. I have to actually make them wake up. And then on the days that I look forward to for a bit of sleeping in, say, like today (no school today) I look at the clock and it reads 5:00 AM...and Eva and Eli are both in my room, talking to me and asking me to turn on a show for them...Ane is screaming her brains out in her bed...and I heard Lose just flush the toilet and the light is on in her room. Why, girls? Why?