Today is Saturday. You and Spanky are at Mummy & Daddy's right now. You are playing with the family dog Bubba aren't you? I know that you went there to put in your "to have for later" things to store while you head to Germany for four years, courtesy of Uncle Same. Heart Uncle Sam.
For the most part, although a lot was accomplished, today was a kind of rotten day.
I texted Mogie a bit. She is headed to Vegas with a vehicle-full, and wouldn't you know it.... hers actually behave in a car! Butch would LOVE to comment on that little bit of nonsense. I choose to not let him.
Austin and Xav were truly at their prime. After four months of taking care of their guinea pigs for them - I've reached my Limit! I was headed out the door to give them to the first taker; pet store, neighbor, snake.... it wouldn't matter. And they BOTH had to produce to tears! I'm used to Austin. He is quite the emotional Princess. Hard on the outside - but always able to whip out tears! But Xav had to join in. So mommy caved. For now. They get a month. To take care of them or they are GONE! I had myself blocked into their rooms while we were cleaning/rearranging furniture to bring their big cage BACK IN the house. They were supposed to be quietly watching tv with Butch. Quiet *snicker snicker*. More like full-on, whomping, biting, kicking, scratching, wrestling, contact.
The first of MANY time out's for the day.
Lunch time was great. They just had to sit down and eat a slice of pizza. But NOOOO ... the crust was icky. He had a tummy ache. I'm full.... blah blah blah
The third meal was toasted cheese sammichs and chips. The food was too hot. And.... heck..... I don't even remember the rest. Most of the attitude was just Arguing. Over everything! He even threw in the Perfectly Timed Earache which of course went away 10 seconds later when they are attacking each other on the couch.
I gave in and packed them up and dumped them at the pool for the monthly lock-in where they swim 6-8:30ish (it's 6pm-10pm, but we always get them by 8:30) just so we could have some quiet time! Had to shake the Piggy Bank for something to scrape together to get Austin a couple of things for his b-day party tomorrow with grandma & grandpa.
So since you are busy getting parent time in, Mogie's on the road, and the kids are pre-occupied, I decided to call an old friend from work. Pretty much topped off the end to a long tiring day. She and hubby and another 4 people (that we know, love, and were closer to before we got transferred to BFE 2 years ago) are at the coast. Rented a condo for the weekend. Are fishing and laughing and having a good old time. I have to admit it. I was slightly miffed by it. We don't have any work friends that ever hang out with us. Shoot they don't ever call to see how we are doing. They don't bring us flowers when someone on our complex dies. They don't have dinner with us (even when they come to our site). It would have been nice if they could just invite us every once in awhile to one of their get togethers. I suppose that would just rub in that it's a long-unaffordable-6 hr drive from here. It doesn't mean that the left-out part doesn't sting a little.
When Germany is up, Darla, can you please get Spanky to move you a bit closer? 30-45 minutes (tops) away is far enough. Life is so short and you are My Bestest Friend. You don't mock my faults: for talking too fast, for screwing up, for yelling at my kids, for my extra 40+ lbs, for my ugly feet, for my absent-mind-ed-ness. You encourage me to get off my bum.
I know I can't get Mogie over here from New York (hint hint Matt - it would help her A LOT). But hopefully Spanky can be talked into it.
Have to wrap this up now. My dis-jointed letter to you. Love you. Miss you. Can't wait to see you on the 8th. We will be 31! You need to design us a cool twin tat for to add to our collections..... Dang it! I'm rambling now...