Ah, it’s been too long. I know.
The weather here, I must say, is beautiful. 70+ degree days makes for happy kids outside – which makes for one happy momma. It’s hard to remember it’s November.
This week is a crazy one. Appointments all week, Sunday dinner for the church at our house, then Monday morning the kids and I are headed north to visit my parents for the week. I can’t sleep, I’ve confused days a few times, panicked when I thought I overlapped appointments, and then found one day trying to decide what to do. Company coming, but not for a few more days – cleaning is a pointless venture. The menu’s planned, too soon to buy groceries… so I gave Sterling a haircut. I went a little crazy I think, he’s looking considerably balder than before I started, but he declared himself “pretty” so it’s all good!
Today I had a doctor appointment. Without sharing too many details, let me just say – sometimes, they just don’t get it. “Wouldn’t that just mask the symptoms?” “Well, yes, but that would be ok, right?” Uh, no, I don’t want a bandaid, I want a cause – or just say you don’t know, that would work too! Really now. That was a mostly pointless two hour wait.
Ruby. Dear, dear Ruby. Stay tuned for an auction for the highest bidder… “Get out of the cabinet. Don’t eat that! Don’t rip that! Get down from there! That wasn’t supposed to go in the garbage. That hair’s attached – and I’d rather keep it attached! STOP IT!” She, of course, looks at me like I’ve grown a third eye and keeps on keeping on until I physically stop her – then she gets mad. Very, very mad. Look out, she’s trouble and giving me a run for my money. Sterling has a foam fish the Bass Pro store guy gave him when we returned Blaine’s old man pants – stay tuned for that story too. The foam fish though – he’s had his tail glued back on 5 times. Ruby likes to eat fish tails.
And, the old man pants. Bass Pro has an outlet store. They put the catalog props/clothes in there, among other things. Nice stuff, some quite cheap. I found a pair of jeans for Blaine in there for $10. His size is apparently slightly unusual, thus hard to find. Thrilled to find his size, I confirmed the return policy and got them for him. Blaine tried them on that night, emerging from the bedroom with a “Uh, these are old man pants.” Old man pants. Old man pants?! Do they really make old man pants? Old lady pants, sure. They are polyester and sit neatly just below the boobs. But in jeans – for men? These were my thoughts as Blaine rounded the corner. I just about cried, I laughed so hard. They had a built in “spare tire below the belt” pouch – for a 30 inch waist. With no tire to spare, Blaine looked like, well, an old man. Less the gut. But hey, we got a free foam fish out of the deal.