Hey, Hi! Remember me? I know! 3 posts last week and then, the silence. What went wrong you might ask? Does she no longer love us? Is she out busy buying replacement underwear? I tell you Internet, my life has been nothing but normal for upwards of 5 days and I say that with all apologies to the folks who Google "swingers/panties/prank calls" and then end up at this blog.
The children? Cute, good, blah blah blah. This afternoon is the "Momma gets Jewelry" ceremony and I am sure there will be much love and probably the tears. Eva is not invited as she tends to steal the attention (quite rightly) anywhere we go and today needs to be all about Jack. Jake however is welcome because he, in Jack's words, "can take the pictures." Heh.
The husband? Older for starters! The lovely Hugh turned 37 last week and we had a very nice little party for him where everyone behaved themselves and I almost forgot about the cupcakes thanks Chad for reminding me and the children (all 15 of them) swam and got along. Also, thanks to everyone for the whole, "Let's encourage alcoholism" gift thing... 5 bottles of rum? Including that giant Costco sized number? Please come to our house for drinks. Rum drinks. We can watch HBO over Cuba Libres.
Hugh actually may have turned 300. I am therefore 299. When we got so old I don't know, but I do know that on Saturday night we were angered by the cursing and loud noises coming from in front of our house and that we went outside to see what the devil was happening and my goodness if we didn't whisper to each other that maybe we should call the police and all this riff-raff (Yes. Riff-Raff!!) was the result of that damn Mozambique and we are totally going to have to attend the next City Council meeting when they (Mozambique) ask for more parking and my LORD, these kids!
It was 9:30.
The house? See here for the kickass master bath tile (I know! We're surprised too! There was never any intention to re-tile the master bath... our buzzword is "jewelbox".) Floors? All going. People (and you know who you are. Yes! You!) keep whining at us to keep the living room floor but you know what? It's a floor. And not a floor to which we have a sentimental attachment. No one we know personally cut down some tree and slaved over it's honing and staining. If you want to buy it (Brazilian cherrywood), call me. Also, it's a floor. The new floor is stained a hue called, "Tobacco", and it makes us feel rakish and edgy.
Me? I am low profile. It rains about ever five minutes these days and all I want to do is curl up on my really uncomfortable couch and watch one of my 36 Hercule Poirot episodes on DVD.
Eva? Still afraid of feathers.
Thanks for all the song suggestions... I now have an excellent, dare I say motivating file of music to help me burn a calorie or two!