Whoa, I need to slow down, or I’ll have used up all my Good Times for the week in one morning.
I ordered more laundry soap from Charlies Soap. Â Yeah, cuz I’m exciting, I also ordered a gallon of all purpose cleaner (I have plenty of squirt bottles). Â Woot! Â And yes, this stuff works, or I wouldn’t order it or blog about it. Â Ahem.
My son awoke last night having nightmares about girlfriends that turn out to be bloodsuckers. Â (I’m not making this up). Â He’s only eight, so what does he know? Â (don’t answer that). Â I think it has more to do with playing several hours of Ratchet and Clank over the course of the weekend than anything else.
In my weekend wrapup, I forgot to say that we went swimming yesterday afternoon. Â Or if I did mention it I didn’t give it enough attention. Â It was absolutely, hands down, wonderful. Â The baby was busy exploring the parts of the pool she could stand in, my wife managed to swim a few laps (both with and without an escort by my son), my boys played with other kids for the longest time in some kind of complicated nerf-ball game. Â And it was just.. nice. Â No fighting, no crying (except when they blew the whistle to say the pool was closing, my daughter started crying. Â She did not want to leave, but we promised that we’d be back very soon).
Back to monday – guess what’s next on the agenda? Â Go ahead, guess.
That’s right, suckas – I’m going to the Post Office! Â If my life rocked any more, I’d need to be medicated.
Update: 35 minutes in line to mail one stinkin’ letter. Â If it wasn’t going to Canada, I could have used the machine in the lobby (twelve seconds, including swiping my credit card). Â A true exercise in inefficiency. Â Too bad we have such an investment in the USPS that we can’t just let it go and be replaced by a newer, better run business. Â Like a lemonade stand run by three year olds.
Make sure you look at the wanted posters…you never know, you might use up all your good luck, recognize some from the posters and earn the reward.
So was your son being attacked by vampires or being enchanted by a succubus? Because, as a teenage girl, I know I could have been either one.
Sounds like you all had a great time at the pool!
Rumor has it there’s a reason why service is so sad at the USPS – and about to get sadder. There’s a push on for privatization, so they can finally charge whatever they want – and still provide us with sorry, lackluster service. Yay.
Oh sure, blame it on R&C and not some info you have passed along. Likely story. Look on the bright side, at least you weren’t toting a couple of screaming kids to the post office. That would have been really delightful.