Who knew using Sculpey clay was so dang easy? [All of you? See, I told you, I am so not the crafty type. Well, I'm very crafty if we mean sneaky and such.] I think we must have made close to two dozen of the hearts. Plus I made a very cool peace sign to hang from my rear view mirror. [Combine the peace sign with my no longer shaving my legs or cutting my hair and Pete growing a wicked cool beard and we really have "hippie" written all over our hairy selves.]
Pete had to step up to the plate to get the other two projects done. Daughter made a papier mache Sphinx for a Girl Scout project later this month. I made the gooey paste-like ick. After 36 hours, the Sphinx is only just beginning to dry. [In my defense, the last papier mache project I undertook was probably right about the time man landed on the moon. If, in fact, that's not just a tremendous hoax.] Pete built the Sphinx shell out of some man shed materials he harbors. You should have seen his face when I told him what he needed to make.
The other project was a school one for Eldest, which means Pete and I were supposed to be "helping" rather than "doing." Right, then. It's a volcano. You know, like on the Brady Bunch, but nowhere near as wicked looking as Peter Brady's was. [I just realized the coinky-dink of my husband having the same name as the Brady who built a volcano. I wonder why my brain remains filled with useless information and makes silly associations. Oh, right, so I can blog.]
Clay hearts, a newspaper Sphinx and a homemade dough volcano. That was our weekend. Plus, of course, BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN's live performance at some sports venue. How to tie it all together?