A Quick Update
I had a marvelous weekend with Mr. Clowncar, lil Peewee and their beautiful daughters. The kids played together with nary a fight, and went to sleep quickly.
After they fell asleep, the four of us grown ups sat around getting into our cups as they say, discussing all the things you aren’t supposed to discuss, like politics and religion and sex and the meaning of life and the bitch of death.
And hey! I wasn’t hungover mother/inert hostess this time!
(I’m starting a band called Hungover Mother, I swear.)
I was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed
Not like that, you pervert.
(Can you tell I’m practicing for my stint on Bored Housewife? Well, not ON her, you pervert. I can’t believe you.)
Ok, back to being me. Or as much me as I can be under a pseudonym.
So, the weekend was great, despite a couple of snafus. I’ve decided that I am nailing my dog’s feet to the backyard. He ran away at a most untimely time. Then I got lost looking for him. No, really. I live in suburbia, with winding greenbelts and cul-de-sacs that all have names like Hunting Chase,
Proof:While looking for Sam, I saw two crows, and I'd heard that Counting Crows song that references the counting of crows just the other day after not hearing it for years, and when you count crows it’s two for joy, so I assumed O had found our dog so I stopped looking, found my way back from the greenbelt paths to a street, wandered until I found my very own street, and O came cruising up behind me, saying he’d dropped off the dog about fifteen minutes before, and had been looking for me.
Yeah. An intuitive existentialist who REALLY REALLY wants to believe. And did, once upon a time.
But really, if you had coincidences happen to you with the frequency that I’ve had them, you’d start counting crows too. Remind me to tell you about my first flight to
So. We took all the kids to the park next to the planetarium, since the original plan had been to actually go to the planetarium itself, so the kids could see the IMAX show about planets
(Yeah, right. When I say ‘kids’, I really mean so Mr. Clowncar and I could sit there and be geeky and gawk at the planets ourselves)
but the tickets were sold out. Thanks, Sam.
It was worth it though, to see Declan take S.’s hand when they ran way ahead of us. Lil Peewee and I got all misty and started making wedding plans for the little darlings. (Yes, DMG, I still have Jack reserved for Darling Daughter E.)
Ok. Bed now. Bed good. I’ll show you some purty pictures sometime tomorrow, if I get the chance.