June 18

Carrie was making vanilla ice cream blueberry smoothies and pancakes for breakfast.
Frances wasn’t happy about the blueberries.
“Come on, Frances!” Carrie commanded. “Full of antioxidants.”
“Antitaste-idants,” he muttered under his breath.
Puck was busy reorganizing his grandma’s spice cabinets. Then Carrie caught him kicking the PC in the dining room. Shortly later, between begging off pancake scraps from any unsuspecting aunt, Carrie found him practically hugging Rose’s Mac in the living room.
“What are you, filming a Mac commercial?” Carrie asked the happy pudgy.
“Rose!” Carrie bellowed from the living room. “Did you have ice cream cake last night?”
“No! I came home last night and it was all blobbed on the floor.”
“There are ants EVERYWHERE!!!”
That was usually how it went down when Mom was out of town.
After a trip to the park for Puck, it was back to the house where Carrie whipped together homemade macaroni and cheese and chicken nuggets for Linnea and Amelia before Joe left to sandbag in Troy with Bob Buckle.
“They need 100,000 sandbags out there,” Joe said. “They’re at 12,000 right now.”
He planned to sandbag, that is, until he waited in line for two hours to get ID’d, and left because it would have taken too long.
Linnea came home for a back-to-back spend-the-night at OLeif’s and Collette’s. This meant Calvin & Hobbes, pizza rolls, and ice cream pops.
And after a stormy night of teething, the poor Puck finally settled down for the rest of the night.
In other important news of the week, Justus of Orange was in Slovakia for the summer, working in missions. He was another promising kid.