We were supposed to get home on Thursday, but because of the wonders of airline employee travel passes and the internet we didn't even attempt it until Friday. Which was, you know, kind of a mess since one of my boy-children started acting like a 12 year old girl-child with raging hormones. I'll let you all guess which one that was. Hmph. His vacation capacity hits a brick wall around day 9 and if it goes to day 10, or HORRORS! day 11? Well, let's just say that anyone in his path is in for it.
It was a good thing that we were coming home when we did, however, because the implant tooth that I've mentioned? Yeah, it came out again and I had to walk around 2 airports missing a tooth in the front of my mouth attempting to speak without, you know, opening my mouth. Attractive. You should try it sometime.
So the weekend was spent trying to recover from said vacation, doing laundry, cleaning. Nothing says "Welcome Home!" like having to mop and vacuum, I say.
So yesterday I went out and found some curtains for the bathroom that I just painted, along with a couple of accessories that are going to look great. That is, when they finally get put up. In checking out the space I realized that I really need to do a second coat so that's where I'll be today as soon as I get this up. Painting. I sure hope I have enough paint because I really don't want to go back to the store.
(We're having an event here that I'd really like to have it all done for. That story is coming later. But first you need to hear this...)
So for the last few months, Headless Dad has been working on the yard for said event. He planted the garden, got some other stuff planted, fertilized the yard, raked the dirt (!), built a fire pit, cut some wood, and on and on. The dude is serious about his yard. And his hard work has payed off because it really looks terrific. (Photo essay coming soon!) So today, he got up early for work. Normal. Made coffee. Normal. Walked out on the patio to drink said coffee and see his masterpiece in the glow of the sunrise. Normal. Looked out on the grass, and without his glasses saw a mound of dirt. Decidedly NOT NORMAL.
Gophers.
Are you *$@#!=% kidding me?
So he had to wake me up at the ungodly hour of 6:30 to tell me that he was going to the Orange Big Box Home Improvement store. He bombed some gopher-butt.
On his way out, I asked him if he felt like Bill Murray.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Home Again, Home Again
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4 comments:
Sorry about the whole tooth implant thing; it sounds horrible.
As for the hormonal child... we call it "hormone stupid" in our house. I just bring out the squirt gun and it works WONDERS!
And finally... I think your husband and my husband would get along VERY well. [Caddy Shack cracks me up.]
The tooth thing? Sounds AWFUL!!! I hate all things dental with a passion and that just, well all I can do is shudder....
As for the hormonally induced fits - OMG, so with ya and my kids are MUCH younger. We just went camping. Two Days. And today they are just rotten. Also, I totally get your welcome home housekeeping blues, right there with ya.
And the yard? Man, that sucks. Poor Headless Dad and having those gophers rain on his parade - a man should be able to bask in his glory!
oh how I hate Gophers, Ground hogs and anthing that digs!
Glad you finally made it home safe & sound. Looking forward to the bathroom photos. Sorry about the gopher, bomb that sucker to the other side of the world.
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