Literary mood I guess, go figure…
Um yeah, call the house before i leave work
2 oldest are gone – school bus
hubby and youngest still in bed, apparently smacked off instead of snooze… been there done that. So I get to the house and there are no lights on. Wait, didn’t I just call ten minutes ago? So I call again. Youngest is on his way out. So here comes my little trooper with not one cup of coffee, but two. Way to go Mess (his nickname)!! His hair is coifed and his clothes neat. And he is dribbling my coffee all over the concrete. To save my precious drops of joe, I open my door, thank him profusely, and tell him not to drip in the van. We both finish this wonderful hot coffee in record time – it’s 21° F. A little chilly for this area. So get him off to school, but not before having to write a note giving him permission to go on a field trip. He lost the permission slip and I have to park in the school lot to jot said note down. <sigh> boys. Come home listening to music. Song is about the rock star life style. Why would someone want to play baseball in their bathroom? Why not just get a heated indoor swimming pool and put a toilet and sink in there somewhere? And having 15 cars would just be bad on the cars. At the most they would be driven twice a month. Not the best thing for an engine… Meh, just let me be me by myself. The money would be nice, but only because I could pay folks to leave me alone. Plus I figure a true success in that kind of life is able to look at it all and have the intestinal fortitude to smile and just walk away from it. Who needs all the hype? If you’re that good, word will travel anyway.
So I come home and there is this awesome thing I like to call an Armstrong heater. It’s kind of like the snuggies they sell on tv, except this one is more proactive. I don’t go get it and wrap up, it comes to me an has its own heat source. Totally awesome, that. All I have to do is look cold and it gets me all cozy. Even brings me coffee on occasion.
It’s 8:30 am, so getting close to my bed time.
Have some stuff I want to do on my server. But not now. It will have to wait. My Armstrong heater is looking at me like I’m cold, so I’m going to get some fresh coffee and get snuggled.
Remind me to smack my sister for not calling me yet…