What's not to be thrilled about?
It's time for
Go on over to Half-Past Kissin' Time and see Mrs. 4444's
* I'm not here.
I'm on a romantic get-away with my husband.
Okay, I'm not.
I'm an hour from Rawlins, Wyoming getting trained on how to organize a 30 mile Pioneer Trek for 350 teenagers. Part of the training includes a 5 mile handcart push/pull. Just an FYI, it's supposed to be snowy with a high of 41 today and tomorrow.
* As if taking a 5 mile trek isn't fun enough,
I'm missing Senior Night.
It's Garrett's LAST lacrosse game of his life.
The seniors escort their parents on the field, present them with a flower, and give them a hug while the announcer says nice things about the boys.
I WON'T BE THERE!
After 8 years of driving Garrett to practice and attending 100's of games in sun, rain, wind, sleet, snow and hail, I AM MISSING SENIOR NIGHT.
Oh well, there will be others.
* I woke up yesterday my office windows were streaked with dirty splatters.
I was ready to blame Brian because he was outside my office messing with the sprinklers the day before.
Yeah - it's his fault.
But then I noticed dirty streaks on lots of windows.
Hmmm...it did rain during the night.
But all that dirt?
Later, while running errands, I saw entire cars coated with dirt.
Do you think it's volcano debris?
Do you think the clouds were full of ash?
Margaret MADE me watch Glee the other night.
Well, she didn't "make" me but she lured me over with cupcakes.
Way, way, too much singing and estrogen for me.
But now, I'm kind of glad that I did because