[Yes, it's strange - nay, pathetic, even - that I start composing blog posts first thing in the morning, before I even get out of bed. I don't want to talk about it.]
But then it rained. Again. It's been raining a lot. Every single day, actually...
So! We live on a golf course. This morning I saw a bunch (a school? a club? a clutch?) of golfers who were determined to get their Father's Day round of golf in. They were very wet.
Besides being Father's Day, today is also my birthday. (Like how I buried the lead?) Because Larry and Theo had to leave this morning for a week of work camp, Larry skipped work Friday to take us blueberry picking, just like last year; unlike last year, however, no one pooped in her pants while we were thus employed. Progress, folks, we're making progress...
If any of you weren't hanging around here a year ago, you really should check out that link. I used to be more amusing, apparently.
Yesterday we celebrated Father's Day (it's confusing, I know; just try to keep up). I would have insisted on that particular arrangement - even if Larry were here today - just so I wouldn't have to share my birthday with his special day. I can be territorial that way.
Did I ever mention that I have a friend whose husband's birthday is February 14? And that every year she has to hear him grumble about being required to give her a present on his birthday?
Where was I? Do we need a recap? My birthday, two days early, on Friday; Father's Day, one day early, on Saturday - and today? I've been left alone for the week with the 4 youngest kids. That means that - any minute now -
- All the light bulbs will need changing (how many short people do you need to change a light bulb? Punch line, anyone? Shellie?)
- an as-yet-unnamed appliance will breathe its last
- some rodent (or 2 or 3) will take up residence in my home.
But I'm okay with all that, because....
MY DISHWASHER IS BEING FIXED TOMORROW!
Oh, glorious day! It's been a looong time.