Attack!

This Thursday morning I was full of energy and decided to straighten the kitchen and dining room area, clean off the counters, sweep the floors and rugs, and dust the furniture.  I cleaned out my purse (How do all of those receipts and lists accumulate in my purse anyway?), readied the gift and copied a recipe for the bridal shower, paid a bill, and filled the crockpot with ham and beans for dinner.  In the meantime Gary was sweeping the living room and cleaning up the family room from the influx of kids yesterday.  Before that too I had cleaned the master bathroom and swept all of the rooms upstairs.

Showering and changing clothes so we could go into town and run some errands seemed like a good idea.  Gathering more of our 'stuff' to drop off at Goodwill was on the agenda also.  Then lunch.

But....before we could do that...an attack!

You know how you see part of an old television show and you know how it ends?  Actually you know the words and can repeat them along with the characters?  Well, there was an episode of The Andy Griffith Show on tv and it was one I really liked.  Remember the one where Opie wanted to win an electric razor for his dad at the carnival?  He used all of his allowance money and couldn't win it, then Goober went to the carnival and tried himself.  He told Andy he thought something was wrong because he (Goober) was a good shot and he couldn't hit anything.  Andy (in street clothes) tried his luck, discovered the sights on the guns were bent (except for one that the carnies kept under the counter), and told the carnies that they had better let the little boy who was coming to win an electric razor and he had better be using the gun with the unbent sights.  Well.....just as Opie came to the booth with Goober, I was attacked.

Picture this.  I am sitting in the recliner, listening to Opie tell the carnies that he wanted to try again for the razor and I watched him place his quarter on the counter.  Then it happened.  

Tessa came charging into the living room and threw herself on top of me.

Then as she was hugging me and telling me she was going to miss me while they were camping, another body flew into the room and attacked me on the other side.  Landon!  And he was trying to push Tessa off the recliner onto the floor with me trying to stop him from doing it.

Then...and this was the surprise....here comes OWEN!  He NEVER throws himself on top of me since, first of all, Papaw is his favorite resident of this house, and two, Mommy was standing in the doorway and NO ONE takes Mommy's place at any time.  But here he was, yelling at me and junping on top of the heap. 

And it was a heap.  A happy heap.  And I loved every minute of it.

Finally they untangled themselves, and when Owen was the only one left, he smiled at me and said "Thank you!"  And I had to laugh!

Being attacked my three of our grandchildren made my morning, that's for sure. Nothing could be better.

And I never did find out whether Opie won the electric razor for Andy's birthday as Andy and Helen peeked through an opening in the tent and watched.....