A woman at a splash park was told that she was dressed indecently when her t-shirt got wet. She was wearing a bra underneath. The person who approached her told her she had to put on a bathing suit.
Because bathing suits these days are so much more decent than bras and wet t-shirts.
Yeah.
My 12 year old is acting like he’s 2. He found his dad’s shoes and has slipped them on.
They fit.
If you’ll excuse me, I have to go cry now.
I love that Netflix keeps your history of movie rentals and returns. Or not returns.
The Tale of Despereaux. Shipped 4/30/09. Purchased 8/8/09.
I don’t even know if the kids watched it before it disappeared. Vanished without a trace.
I just now found it. Three hundred sixty-nine days after purchase. After having packed, moved and unpacked an entire house.
Buried in the stack of blank, writeable CDs. Of course.
Wonder if they would give me my money back if I returned it…
My husband shared this article by Patrice Lewis with me. It has inspired me to learn more about brassiere holsters for handguns.
I also love the conclusion: Don’t thank us. We’re just doing our job. But please, remember to put the toilet seat down.
I don’t usually take “first day of school” pictures. I don’t usually make a big deal of that day at all, even if it is kindergarten. Maybe I should. But for me, our life just flows naturally from non-school days to school days. Yes, suddenly, there may seem to be a set time or a more firmly directed exercise. But it’s not like I never read to my kids before kindergarten, or never have them draw or color or practice writing, or listen to music. It was probably a bigger deal for Fritz, but for all the others, this is just life.
But yesterday, the moment was too precious to not record. The joy, the excitement, the anticipation of his very first day of kindergarten. I can only imagine his thoughts of the fun he might have or the things he might do or the stories we might read.
Or perhaps, he was simply thinking, “Does she SERIOUSLY expect me to get up this early?”
Somebody gave us this portable Boggle game as a thank you for some volunteer work I made the kids do. It’s pretty cool, and the kids have been playing with it, the way it was intended to be played, some of the time.
It was only 17 days wait, but it seemed an eternity. I got my new computer today. My desk was rather dusty and unused. I missed it.
Now I can go online, but I have no favorites, no bookmarks, no cookies, no files, and no programs. My desktop (the virtual one) is very blank.
I’m not complaining. OK, I am. I’ve been moaning all day.
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In other news, I just placed an order online for Christmas presents for the family. I think this is a record for me. I’ve been thinking about Christmas since last Christmas. Decided we’re taking a vacation to (whisper whisper). Sorry, my kids often read my blog, so I can’t speak any louder. It’s a bit south of here (but not much). The main gift is the trip, to be taken in January or February, but smaller gifts will be related to that trip. So I bought…again, my kids read my blog. Hmm. Colorful terry cloth. On sale, since the need for rectangles of colorful terry cloth is diminishing quickly as stores pull out their fall lineups.
Fall. Long sleeves. Right now, it seems so unfathomable. I can sort of imagine temperatures below 90. But below 80 is tough.
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Bill has taken a few days off, so my intent to start school today was blithely put aside for next week. The public schools start on Wednesday. Despite that, it’s really hard to get in the mood.
And having a broken computer didn’t help my prep either. I’m just not ready.
He was going to Florida on business, leaving in the morning, driving. She had an appointment that morning, but would head to her parents’ house, in a different part of Florida, that afternoon.
Things were hectic that morning. She pulled the large green duffel bag and the small wheeled suitcase from the closet and put them in the master bedroom, tossing in a few of the kids’ things she had ready. A bit later, he went up to pack. “Which bag should I take?” he called out to her as she scurried around, getting ready for her appointment.
“The wheeled one!” she shouted from several rooms away. She wasn’t sure he heard her but figured when he saw the children’s belongings in the duffel bag, he would have his answer.
She raced off to her appointment, kissing him goodbye, knowing he’d be gone when she got back.
Hours later, he called home from the road (he was not driving, just in case anyone would like to flag him for unsafe behavior). “How are you?” he asked.
She had just gotten home and was trying to get the house shut down and the family out the door. “I’m a little crazy right now,” she answered, wondering if he needed something.
“Oh.” Pause.
“You know, I’m in that frantic, trying to make sure I get everything done and don’t come home to stinky garbage left in the kitchen stage.”
“Oh.” Pause.
“You know, that ‘Why is he calling me and keeping me from getting my work done?’ insane stage of packing.”
“Oh.” Pause. “Maybe I should go.”
“Yeah…I’ll call you when I get on the road.”
Ten minutes later, she went upstairs to pack her clothes. No duffel bag. She ran downstairs and asked the kids if they had seen it. They swore it was upstairs. She ran upstairs. No duffel bag. She ran downstairs to get the phone, which should have been upstairs, but was obviously placed to ensure a good day’s exercise instead.
“Do you…wha…why…” Pause for breath and to compose herself. “Did you take the green duffel?”
“Yes.”
“Didn’t we…what did…didn’t you…” The incoherent spluttering continued for a bit while she searched for the right words. She inhaled. “Did you ask me which suitcase to take?”
“Yes.”
“What did you hear me say?”
“Um, I didn’t hear very clearly, but I thought you said to take the duffel bag.”
“Even though the kids’ stuff was in it?”
“Yeah, I thought maybe you changed your mind.”
“You left all the kids’ stuff here?”
“Oh, yes.”
“OK. No big deal. I meant for you to take the wheeled one.” Pause. “I just want to clarify that we completely screwed this up.”
“Yeah…”
“Maybe we need to work on our communication skills?”
“Yeah.”
Or maybe we shouldn’t run around like chickens without heads.
Or both.
My next door neighbors promise me this is the hottest summer they’ve ever seen. Today is expected to reach triple digits with high humidity. The heat index could be as high as 121 degrees for a few hours in the afternoon. Fortunately, things are supposed to “cool down” on Sunday and for next week with highs “only” in the low 90’s.
Average temperatures for July and August are 89 degrees, so this truly is a hot summer that just won’t stop. I am definitely looking forward to autumn.
And I really can’t complain. Bill suggested taking a blow dryer outside and turning it full blast in my face to simulate Kuwait. No, thanks.
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