Monday, February 25, 2013

This Is What Was Disturbing?!

Okay, I don't have a picture of the exact situation to show you along with this post, but I couldn't help but share anyway.  Hanna, our royal au pair, has been with us for 8 months now, and it's been a wild 8 months.... as only time with the Queen and her minions can be.  So this weekend, we had a piano recital to go to, and I did something that I don't do that often anymore... I got dressed up!  But I got dressed early, and then I fixed lunch for everyone.  But I didn't want to get anything on my dress, so I sort of covered up.  And this led to the following conversation:

The Queen (when noticing that Hanna was staring at her):  What's wrong?
Hanna:  You know, I've been here through a lot of weird things.
The Queen:  Well yeah... it sort of goes with the territory.
Hanna:  Granted.  But I have to say that THIS is the most disturbing thing I've seen the whole time I've been here!
The Queen... groans.

So there you have it, dear readers and loyal subjects.  More disturbing than a deer head in the back yard, than a bag of cat poop that I hand her and ask her to take to the vet for me, than a pair of fuzzy handcuffs that I pull out rather quickly and ask her to take pictures of me wearing while cuffed to various things around the house... is apparently the image of me in a 50's style dress with a crinoline.... and an apron with cupcakes on it covering it up.... and a cardigan because I was cold.... and barefoot... in the kitchen.... COOKING!  I'm not sure exactly how to take that.  Honestly, I still question whether or not the deer head in the back yard SHOULD have been more disturbing.  MPH says no.  This was definitely it for him too.

Minions... you just can't trust them!

Admit it. This is sort of disturbing too.  (Hanna, Princess #3, and The Queen)

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Marshmallow Math or... Divide By Pi For The Win!

Well it's been a long winter, people, but the  Queen is coming back out of hibernation.  If only she can lose all the winter weight she put on during that hibernation process... then forgot to use up since she just never quit eating.  I'm sure some of it was a good idea at the time, but frankly I've managed to confuse myself so I'm not entirely sure.  Regardless, I currently look like a pregnant badger if I happen to put on a fur coat... so I just don't.  Anyway, that really wasn't my point here.  Not that that's ever stopped me before, but the point is that I do HAVE a point!  The Queen has a story to share!  (I know.  I know. Try to hold down the applause.  I've missed you too.)

'Cause pregnant badger don't care!

So here's what happened.  Monday night, MPH (My Poor Husband) and I went to a party for a service club we belong to.  One of my dear friends was hosting the event, and there were all kinds of fun games.  One was a game where you had to guess the number of marshmallows in this cylindrical glass jar.  Well, me being the geek that I am, I asked if I could use math and if I could hold the jar.  The answer to both was yes, so I whipped out a calculator and after a couple of initial attempts at calculations that I knew were wrong as soon as I saw the final number, I realized I needed to divide by pi to get my real guess.  I did that and jokingly told the friend of mine who was running the game that I had the right answer, and she could quit taking up guesses.  It was divide by pi for the win! 

Well, it turns out that I was EXACTLY right!  I had the exact number of marshmallows in the jar on my answer.  No one was more shocked than me!  Okay, maybe my friend was because she took one look at my answer and had to turn around and walk away to avoid letting me see her expression.

Now, flash forward to this morning and MPH is trying to show our princesses the jar and the marshmallows at breakfast to tell them the story... apparently with a moral.  He got to the point where he told them I had figured out the exact number and guessed it and was planning to go on to explain how important math was and how that’s what I’d used to get my answer.  (It seems there had been some discussion this morning about not liking math.)  Unfortunately, MPH forgot his audience.  My oldest daughter took one look at the jar and cut him off completely to tell him what the REAL moral of the story was.  And after some thought he decided he really couldn’t argue with her. 

The princess' explanation?  “Mom really knows her marshmallows!”

Poor MPH.  Things never go quite as he expects.

Oh and the question has already come up.  What did I win?!  Well, it was a cylindrical jar of marshmallows, of course!  Yum yum yum.