In true Father’s Day fashion, we paid a visit to a home improvement store today. The conversation went something like this:
Me: We need to get some closet doors for Blythe’s room. Let’s go to Home Depot!
J: Let’s go to Lowe’s.
Me: But I know where everything is at Home Depot. I like Home Depot.
J: Just try it. You’ll like it!
Me: That’s what they ALL say.
I must admit, I’ve been converted. And it has nothing to do with the whole Lowes vs. Home Depot marital dispute. It has everything to do with this:
I think as the summer wears on, we’ll be taking trips to Lowe’s just to ride around in the cart. That Lowe’s lady sure knows what she’s doing!
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While the Cat is away…
The Mouse will play…
With all of her favorite stuff!
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Grandma’s House
My girl loves her Ma’Maw. So when she was invited to spend the whole weekend at Ma’Maw’s house while Papa’s away, she jumped at the chance. So did I! Because two days and nights of time with my littlest, who still takes 3 hours worth of naps, equals a vacation! I love my kids, but absence makes the heart grow fonder, right?
So far I have:
* Cleaned a portion of my bathroom. Only a portion because she showed back up about an hour after she left, claiming she “missed me”. People, I was practically begging her to go.
* Moved some of the larger items out of her room, and into the dining room. We’re going to move Blythe into Alison’s room and Alison into Blythe’s room this weekend. Since Alison is a pack rat to the 100th power, I have to do this while she’s gone.
* Thrown out many “unnecessary” items I found in Alison’s room, like old feathers and rocks. And her “favorite” shirt, which is size 2T and won’t even go over her head anymore.
* Gone to dinner with Jeremy, Blythe, and friends. I had a steak, and it was good. How lucky am I that I got to eat out twice this week?
Grandparents rock!
Last night Jeremy and I lingered over a delicious dinner at my favorite Italian restaurant. I may or may not have been licking my plate and shaking the last drop of Pinot Grigio out of my glass, but who can blame me? It’s not often I get to have an uninterrupted conversation with my husband and enjoy a whole, hot meal.
Unfortunately, my overzealous eating made us about 10 minutes late for the new Adam Sandler movie. We were faced with two choices: pick a different movie, or miss the start of The Zohan and hope we could find decent seats in the dark. Another movie, The Strangers, was just starting, so we went with that. After all, it had Liv Tyler in it and she’s nice to look at. How bad could it be?
Turns out, it wasn’t all that bad but it was a horror movie. I was a bit skeeved out by The Strangers, mainly because I live in the middle of nowhere. The premise is that some random sociopaths decide to prey on anyone who happens to be home in a remote area of Pennsylvania. Surprise! Our protagonists are home and happen to answer their door at 4 am when someone knocks.
Personally? I call the Sheriff anytime I think someone might even be thinking about coming down my driveway after an acceptable hour. One time, while I was pregnant with Alison and Jeremy was out of town, I heard what sounded like little people running around on my roof at 10 o’clock at night, I’m not even kidding. If I were in The Strangers, I would have gone up on the roof to investigate. But since I’m a real person with a brain, I called the Sheriff and made the dispatcher stay on the phone with me until they arrived.
Are you on the edge of your seat, waiting to find out who was running around on my roof? Did the Sheriff’s Deputy get decapitated by an axe-wielding maniac? No, it was just the dang Peacocks, pooping all over the place, as usual.
My critical review of The Strangers would be 2 1/2 out of 4 stars. Plenty of jump-in-your-seat moments, but a fairly predictable slasher flick. It is loosely based on a a couple of crimes, including the Manson murders, which intrigued me. I spent some time reading about those on wikipedia, and now I’m even more disturbed. Given the choice again, I’d see The Zohan, even if I missed the first few minutes. Laughs beat out skeeves, any day!
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Dou dou et compagnie… FOUND!
You know how all those crazy people say the internet is the DEVIL? I have proof that it’s totally not.
Three weeks ago I wrote this post about Alison’s best good friend, who is falling apart (and has been for some time). I got some great responses including one from Inzaburbs, who provided a link to an exact copy of dou-dou bunny up for adoption by a website called Mister dou dou! And by the way, of course I offered to kiss Inzaburbs’ feet in thanks. Who wouldn’t?
I sent an email in very, very broken high school French (especially difficult because I took Spanish) and got back a response in English that he could send out the exact copy of dou-dou bunny the very next day, all the way from dou-dou’s homeland, France.
Yesterday DHL dropped off a package and I hid in my closet while I opened it. This was like Christmas, people, only better! I was about to be the best mom on the entire planet! Years of searching for dou-dou bunny were about to pay off, all thanks to the internet, which is not the DEVIL!
Only, I never have been good at metric conversions.
Alison’s response?
“Blythe can have that.”
Thanks, again, Inzaburbs, I owe you one!