It’s been kind of a crazy, hectic week – the kind of week I find easiest to sum up using my good buddy The Bullet Point. Not to mention, I just put Miss T to bed and the boys are in Houston at an Astros game and let’s face it: my alone time is precious and rare. I must be succinct. No time for flowery exposition when I’m in total control of the remote!
Things that happened over the last seven days – the good, the bad, and the relatively unimportant:
- I got rear-ended by some creepy old man in a truck, who then proceeded to berate me for yielding at a yield sign. Fortunately the damage was negligible so we didn’t exchange insurance info and I got the hell out of there.
- My parents sold their house within 10 days of it being on the market. The buyers requested that they agree to close within 22 days. Goodbye, childhood home.
- N procured me a wine refrigerator. Because he is sweet (and it was free). Never again shall I fear running out of chilled wine.
- The dog knocked Miss T down during a fit of happy, bounding glee. Then the very next day slammed her into the wall.
- I got an unsolicited thank you from the most challenging person on earth. (Seriously. And I’m an expert, what with being a bit difficult myself.) I nearly fell out of my chair, then proceeded to print the e-mail out and walk it around to almost every person in my department. They all had the same reaction.
- AE chewed a hole in the neckline of a T-shirt. While he was wearing it.
- One of AE’s friends came over to play. It’s refreshing to know that there are children spacier than my own.
- I watched an entire episode of Imagination Movers before realizing that only one of my children was in the room, and she was busy putting her babies down for a nap and therefore not paying the slightest attention. I know now that Mover Dave is allergic to wool. How sad. The theme song is kind of catchy, though.
- My semi-verbal 17-month-old managed to “talk” me into buying her a pair of sparkly pink shoes, a flowered sundress, new pajamas and an Elmo sippy cup at Target. I now have new reason to fear her teenage years.
TTFN. There’s a bottle of perfectly chilled wine calling my name. Have a happy Saturday night! (I plan to.)
**Edited to add: And I finally joined Twitter. GAH.