New word to add to your dictionary...

Sunny's word of the week:

Theaven. That would be a cross between thief and heathen, a term that applies to either brother when they steal her soda. She has started selling her stash to them for $1.50 a pop, which they gladly pay. She's not a big soda drinker, but she gets 4/12 of the contents of the box, so she hoards hers while the boys just suck them down, one right after the other, and they're paying and she's raking it in from the brothers Theaven.

The power went out yesterday. Yuck, extremely hot. Since we didn't know when it would come back, we made arrangements for the kids to go stay at Mom's. While we waited for her arrival, we played the "That's Obvious" game.

Obviously, it's quite fun. Junior started with, "I'm a stud." Sunny countered with, "Junior's lying." Dude decided not to get involved and said, "I like soda." Coincidentally, he had just shelled out a buck-fifty for a Mountain Dew. I, of course, said, "It's hot," three turns in a row. Later, "Mom's a nerd," Junior said, and Dude said, "No, she's not!" and Sunny said, "She's not a nerd...until she opens her mouth."

Yeah, fun. They ask me a question and get an encyclopedic answer. I impart knowledge readily. Dude asked what "venting" meant. I explained to him it's the same as "letting off steam," two thoughts similarly related by personification of pressure release through a vent or valve in an engine that has built up too much pressure. He walked away, shaking his head. Apparently, I could have just said, "It's a polite term for 'bitch session.'" That's not what he said, but I'm sure that's what he was thinking.

With the game nearly over, Junior farted, which I felt through the dang floor. I'm still recovering from one he let loose while we were in the car. It lingered to every surface and, even the windows open and air full blast, it took half a mile before that nasty worked itself out.

You'd think he eats broccoli and beans constantly. Doesn't touch the stuff, actually. I think of Mad Max and wonder how to harness all the methane he creates.

I wonder if Mom found it interesting that I'd gladly kick them out of the house but quite willingly stay in the oven-like temps of our house. Actually, I filled the tub with cold water and rose-scented bubble bath and sat in it for quite a while. When the power did come on, a fan blew right into the bathroom, across the water, and I got chills, the best I'd felt all day.

And then I read! And wrote! And...today I must clean. And Cook. And...

I really don't want the power to conk out again, do I? Let me go check the temps outside...