Oy Vey
What shall I tell you about today?
Should I share with you how thoroughly and completely yesterday was not my own and how I was a personal hero to both the school secretary and the 7th grade teacher? Naw,. You'd come away thinking that I single-handedly provide the volunteer corps for our little school and that would be inaccurate.
Perhaps I could tell you about the long and civilized conversation The Spouse and I had about a potentially marriage-altering subject. But no. It's personal. And don't worry. It's potentially marriage-altering in a good way; very positive, in fact. Mommy and Daddy are fine. And no, puppies, you're not getting a new baby brother.
I should announce that the corkscrews have been found. I know you were worrying about that. One turned up in the family room couch, the other one fell out of the dishwasher. And they were found in time to get some red wine into the stew. Phew.
I missed the Dateline interview with Wills and Harry last night. Had no idea it was even happening. The madness of this week is seriously interferring with my pop culture saavy. That is not good.
This morning is going to be spent doing more school-related running around and then I have to start planning the menu for the Solstice Feast, which is Saturday night. And put finishing touches on a shower that The Neighbor and I are hosting for Seattle Coffee Girl on Friday. And plan a menu for a dinner next week for friends who are visiting from Arizona. And probably a million other things that I can't even think of right now but will remember either at 3 a.m. or just before they need to happen.
And if you were planning on heading over to "Here's the Dish" (and btw, thanks if you are) you'll want to save that for your afternoon diversion because I need to get about my errands now or I'll lose my will.
Who's ready for a vacation?
Should I share with you how thoroughly and completely yesterday was not my own and how I was a personal hero to both the school secretary and the 7th grade teacher? Naw,. You'd come away thinking that I single-handedly provide the volunteer corps for our little school and that would be inaccurate.
Perhaps I could tell you about the long and civilized conversation The Spouse and I had about a potentially marriage-altering subject. But no. It's personal. And don't worry. It's potentially marriage-altering in a good way; very positive, in fact. Mommy and Daddy are fine. And no, puppies, you're not getting a new baby brother.
I should announce that the corkscrews have been found. I know you were worrying about that. One turned up in the family room couch, the other one fell out of the dishwasher. And they were found in time to get some red wine into the stew. Phew.
I missed the Dateline interview with Wills and Harry last night. Had no idea it was even happening. The madness of this week is seriously interferring with my pop culture saavy. That is not good.
This morning is going to be spent doing more school-related running around and then I have to start planning the menu for the Solstice Feast, which is Saturday night. And put finishing touches on a shower that The Neighbor and I are hosting for Seattle Coffee Girl on Friday. And plan a menu for a dinner next week for friends who are visiting from Arizona. And probably a million other things that I can't even think of right now but will remember either at 3 a.m. or just before they need to happen.
And if you were planning on heading over to "Here's the Dish" (and btw, thanks if you are) you'll want to save that for your afternoon diversion because I need to get about my errands now or I'll lose my will.
Who's ready for a vacation?
Labels: coffee, crazy week, lost things that are found, planning
cobbled together by Moi at 8:56 AM
21 Comments:
I was excited for a second.... hoping there would be an addition to "the child" but alas.... well she is incredibly spectacular anyway, so I will just imagine that you won the lottery and have decided to publish your book with the windfall. That should keep me happy for a couple of hours until I really start getting curious!
K
Do I know my peeps or do I know 'em? I KNEW you'd start thinking 'baby' after I wrote the first bit. The Child, however, has begun lobbying for a miniature horse. Would that make you happy, K?
Let's see how you do with the pygmy goat and THEN we'll discuss the miniature horse.
In the meantime, I'm trying to thing how a corkscrew would get lost in a couch.
Hey, Uncle Buck, the whole horse thing is your danged fault, thankyouverymuch. You and your stupid service ponies.
And a corkscrew in the couch? Easy. Saturday night, "Gone with the Wind", wine with lasagne in front of the movie...shoulda been the first place we looked.
I can barely get those things opened when they're resting firmly on a kitchen counter.
Which didn't stop me from losing a bottle opener once or twice...
If we guess correctly will you tell us? Have you decided to become a Scientologist? Are you going to be featured on your own PBS cooking show? Cosmetic surgery?
No?
Yes?
WELL???
Damn your eyes!!!
I'm with the Hat. You can't just blithely say "marriage-altering" and leave us with nothin'.
If I had to guess, I'd say it has something to do with economics, because ... money changes everything.
(Who said that again? Oh wait, it's coming to me ... it's ... it's ... CYNDI LAUPER!!!!!)
::: ducking :::
I hate Red.
Erm...whose unlucky backside discovered the corkscrew in the couch? ouch.
Also, I've lately been wondering where I can find someone like you in the city--someone who whips up a feast at the slightest provocation. 'Cause none of my friends or acquaintances seem compelled to do that. They order Chinese takeout at the slightest provocation. Quite a different thing
JP: I'm thinking of having my hand surgically altered, you know, kinda like a Swiss army knife.
Hat: Well, all those possibilities are so bloody exciting that I can't even think of telling you now...it would just pale in comparison.
Red: Every time I think of you my palms start to itch and then I want to smack you. That's my idea of a she bop, mister.
Dana, fortunately it is the way of our people to leave the cork in the screw until the next bottle. So there were no injuries. (And it was a friend of The Child's).
I hope you find a feasty friend. Everyone should have one. On the other hand, The Child's class is possibly taking their 8th grade trip to DC & NY. If we come, I'll make you a feast.
(You'll notice I didn't suggest you be the one who makes the feasts. My mom's a pastor's wife, too. 'Nuff said).
I hate him more than you.
I HATE it when someone drops a huge hint then won't tell the meat of the story....dammit Lorraine you make me hate Christmas even more than my birthday. Good thing about the corkscrews before they ended up in someones butt or glass. I love the daughter's haircut....I envy its blondness, straightness and the way it naturally falls into a line.
Is the Spouse pregnant?
The Cat?
The dog?
Moving?
Spouse going to do movies as a daytime job and make a ton of money and we will all get bit parts in "Revenge of the Blogger Tomato."
New car? Hummer?
Room addition?
Spouse going to LA, you stay in Wa?
You won the lottery and are trying to decide how much I get?
W.H.A.T????
she's never going to crack, Rosie. She'll inform us in her own sweet and savory time. Oh I so should have spelled that as 'thyme' just then. Ah well.
bwahahaha. Such an innocent remark, so much curiosity...none of the above, Rosie. Seriously, y'all are coming up with much better conjectures than the real thing. Suffice to say it's only to do with healthy tweaking of an area that needed some work.
And no, Hat, tweaking does not mean what you think it means. Go pack something. That also doesn't mean what you think...oh, never mind. Have some pie.
Oh man, am I really that predictable?
Of course, not Hat! I just got lucky.
That does not mean what you think it means.
I don't know about everyone else,but the first thing I thought was,"WOW!..They're getting a Sony 60" High Definition TV with picture in picture,and 1,000 hour Tivo capability!"..or lorraine's knocked up.
DING DING DING DING DING!!! We have a winner.
Just kidding.
Leaving everyone hanging? What is this, the Sopranos?
A door opens...Iwanski looks up...fade to black...
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