Sadly, I’m not going to Pennsic this year. We would have to bring the boys along, and camping for a week or two in 14th century style (but with port a potties) does NOT sound appealing with two five year olds. And 95 degree high humidity heat. So the Husband is going up for war week with one of his buddies. They’ve been busily building and repairing armor all week.

I find this funny because my response to a large event is to want all-new garb, while his is to want new armor. I did make him a bit of new garb, but he’s still got quite a bit of decent garb, so I didn’t bother with much.

They’re heading out Saturday night (why? Men are so weird) and then as soon as he comes back, he’ll be going out on another out of town job. Hawaii. Wish we could pick up and move there already. One of these days I’m going to make that happen. And then I’m never leaving Hawaii again.

And a quick kid funny: The boys are building with Legos right now (they LOVE Legos) and Twin B is saying “This police car going to blow your feet off. That means it going to be very surprising. It going to knock your socks off forever.” And because they always need to top each other, Twin A responds, “Well these spaceships are going to blow your HEAD OFF.”