It's a Good Thing

Today has been one of those days. You know...days when you just seem a little off all day long? It started early, about 6:10 am to be exact. Some mornings I actually get up at 4:45 and go to the gym so I'm back home, exercised, showered, and psyched up, ready to catch all the balls that are thrown at me. Literally and figuratively. Today was not one of those days. William crept into our room in that pre-dawn hour and hopped up in the bed between us, plopped his little head next to mine and whispered "mama....I want a lollipop." In my drunken slumber I said sure...ok. I stumbled up the stairs and dug out the bag of dum dums (how appropriate) and asked him if he wanted strawberry or lemon. He said both. Sure...why not I thought....that's two fruit servings out of the way before 7 am. I'd like to say that after I turned on HigglyTown Heroes for him I went back to sleep but that didn't happen. So for the rest of the day I've been just a little off.

Case in point.

We've lived in this house a year and a half now and for a year and a half I've needed to do a little decorating. Actually a lot of decorating but a little would be an improvement. So today after we dropped William off Catherine and I went to the fabric store to see if I could get some inspiration. I need some window treatments in my den and I have an old sad little chair that needs to be slipcovered. I found myself perusing the silk fabric, found a lovely stripe that matched perfectly and actually said out loud "hmmm....this would make nice cornice boards." So I bought it. And as I'm paying for it the lady next to me says..."oh that's pretty fabric...are you going to make something with it?" And I reply...."oh yes, I'm going to make some lovely cornice boards for my den windows." Next...of course....she says...."oh really? how do you make those?" At this point the man handed me my receipt and I just looked over at her and said "mmmkay... you have a good one!"

Guess it's obvious I have NO IDEA how to make cornice boards. It's difficult to find time to floss my teeth, much less design and manufacture window treatments. But I do have some lovely fabric now. And that's a good thing.

Day at the Park

Such a nice pleasant morning so we decided it would be fun to go to the playground. William met a little girl, Olivia, who taught him all kinds of new things. She told him to bang his head on the pole, which he did. She then told him to yell across the playground "that's GARBAGE" which he did. (I've never heard him say that word...but I guess it could have been worse). Before she could teach him anything else new we left to get Catherine home for her nap. We need to have a talk real soon about listening to girls...I need to let him in on what happened to Adam.

I spent a week there one night....

Thought we would NEVER get home from San Antonio. I'm not kidding when I say this....we could have rented a car, left TX at 10:30 am (the time we left to get to the airport) and DRIVEN back to Mobile sooner than we flew back. We were delayed all day long, and then were THREE HOURS late leaving Atlanta. We then sat on the runway in that little plane longer than it took us to fly. GEEZ.

Was so happy to get home and see the babies. On Monday before I left I thought I'd scream if heard "mama, mama!" one more time....by Friday I was dying to hear it. Funny. Bought William a cowboy hat but it fits Catherine much better...Giddyup Cowgirl!

Remember the Alamo?

After my first full day in San Antonio and a not so memorable trip to the Alamo I'm exhausted and hungry and if I wait much longer in this hotel room while Andy schmoozes downstairs at his conference I'll be forced to eat my pillow. I'd take off for parts unknown by myself but there's a bus station one block away and I'm not feeling brave. So there's not much to tell about the Alamo. We went. We saw. Andy read every informative plaque from one end to the other and I sat on a bench and pondered why there were signs all over the place saying you couldn't touch the walls??? They've been there for like...what....nearly 200 years....I guess that's why. No one can touch them.

We ate at a really upscale fancy schmancy tex-mex place last night and Andy got his standard 3 cheese enchilada dinner and I got chalupas. We're just BORING. We could get the same thing at Los Taco in Mayberry. Came back and were in bed and asleep by 10. Woo-hoo!!! Wonder what us wild and crazy party animals will do tonight? Will report tomorrow.

Oh...I have to tell this though. I had a frightening encounter in the ladies room today while we were out and about. My friend Laurie actually reported on this on her blog and I thought it was a joke. But there is this hand dryer called the xlererator and I mean it is to be FEARED. I screamed when it came on and started looking for the skin from my hands it ripped off. Have mercy....next time I think I'll lean down and stick my face in it and get a free facelift.

Adios!

Happy Birthday William!

William turned 3 this week and it was an ongoing celebration. I think he's a little confused about when his actual birthday was since he had his little party on Saturday, celebration at school on Monday and on Tuesday, his birthday, he got to blow out candles again. Regardless, he was made to feel special! Here are a few pictures. Enjoy!

Mayberry's Most Wanted

Just in case you see my picture in the post office....here's what happened. The other day I needed one stamp, just one, or so I thought. I was in a huge hurry so I pulled right in front of the post office where I could see the stamp machine just through the doors. I grabbed two quarters and ran inside to throw my money in the machine, grab my stamp and run right back to the car. I throw one quarter in, no problem. The second quarter though was a reject and kept getting spit back out. This routine went about 3 rounds before I'd had enough and I hit...no, tapped....ok, pounded.....the machine and all of a sudden lights and sirens start going off. I didn't even bother to look up and let the security camera get a good picture (I've seen COPS enough to know you never look up) before I ran out the door and jumped in the getaway car. The more I thought about it I think....and I didn't learn this in law school....but it's probably a crime to tamper with federal equipment or something to that effect??? Anyway....I suppose I could represent myself if need be but....is it still called pro se when you're an attorney and you represent yourself??? Just wondering.
Today I had to go to the post office and went inside to mail a package. I wore a long blonde wig and glasses. And carried the baby in with me. I'm happy to say I'm still free.
Oh...here's the real kicker. Turns out I had a whole bloomin' book of stamps in my purse the whole time. sheesh.