First Week of Vacation

I’ve actually not much to say tonight. PW has been sick and nearly bedridden since I arrived home and picked her up from the hospital crew-x afternoon. She’s been recovering, but slowly. So, I’ve been cooking, cleaning, doing dishes, ferrying the kids around, shopping, going to Girl Scouts, etc. I’ve always known how much she does but its still good to be reminded and I haven’t even had to run her business at the same time.

My nights have been pretty much wine-soaked and my mornings steeped in Baileys. The inbetweens are all errands and housework. Not much blog fodder. Girl Scouts was um, fun. Each troop represented a different country and we traveled around a high school cafeteria, visiting countries and learning about them. I got a little burlap bag of coffee beans in Columbia and some ass-kickin, jelly-filled, nisu roll in Finland. I flirted with the Finland den mother so I could go back for seconds, thirds and fourths of the nisu roll. Dang, it was good! I got some little flag stickers, too. Madagascar was my favorite after Finland-they had a little jungle canopy to walk under. I had to do it on my knees but it was worth the peek at all the little animals hanging from the canopy.

I think that dickhead that was married to Brittany Spears is on my fucking TV! Goddam kids-hold on. Man, does that fuckwit sound like a dying lawnmower, or what? How in the fuck does someone like that make money as an entertainer?

Last night we had a wicked snowstorm. At first, it was coming down harder than I have ever seen. We got 4” in less than 5 minutes. You could stand and watch the snow actually build up right before your eyes. Oddly enough, we had thunder and lightning at the same time. That too, was pretty cool. Shoveling sucked ass this morning, though.

Tonight I sat in a chair and watched both my daughters get their hair cut at a salon. I got all teary-eyed for some reason. Couldn’t stop. They are getting so old and I miss them as little babies. NO, PW, I DO NOT WANT ANOTHER BABY. NOPE. Just a few minutes ago, my son actually taught me how to do something. What a switch. I didn’t know that happened when you got old. I thought I would always know more than him, no matter what. He taught me how to clean and wax a snowboard and that was cool, interesting and fun. In fact, he’s going down to scrape the excess wax right now and I want to learn that, so peace out everyone.