Modest, too, and full of self-effacement.
I drove 6 hours today, to get Loaner Girl, a 12 year old estrogen-pumping glitter-emitting wonder of feminine wiles, sure to confuse and confabulate all the menfolk of the household and boy do they need it.
So, before leaving, I put beef stew in the crock pot, and it smelled good when we got home. AND:
I had sesame lavash dough in the fridge, so now we have a bowl full of crisp lavash crackers on the table, to eat with the stew. AND:
the dogs are all dealt with, the cats are out of reach
The Loaner Girl is watching You Tube videos with #4 (parent Approved)
The table is set, waiting for Terry to get home.
The guest room is clean, the bathrooms are clean, the laundry is done.
Tomorrows plans include going to a fabric store and getting pillow materials, contemplation of cookie recipes, and Little House on the Prairie.
EEeeeeee! There’s a girl in the house! Put on your pants, boys, you might wander around in your briefs in front of me but let me tell you that ain’t happening for a few days. She’ll put you right in your place if you do!
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it is 5 am and I have a list of stuff I MUST DO before I go get Loaner Girl (the daughter of Best Friend, for whom I am Surrogate Corrupter Aunt). The bathroom must be cleaned. My word how boys can nasty up a bathroom is other-wordly. I must put a load of laundry on for #4 to put in the dryer when he gets home so he can actually have clothes to wear (oops, did everyone elses but forgot to do his. Bad Mom). Beef stew needs assembling in the Crock Pot in case I come home tonight, which I might but I might not be back til tomorrow, if I have to pick up CJ in Madison, which I might or I might not. If I make it, and they don’t eat it, it’s cold so Terry can set the crock pot in the grill and we can eat it tomorrow. The stew, not the crock pot.
I am kind of hoping to come home tomorrow, because that will give me time to swing by the Dekalb Farmer’s Market and buy some cheese for Terry, and wine for me, and see if they have the coveted and rare Westphalian Ham. Which is only the finest ham in the world and not always available. It’s from pigs raised in the German Westphalian forest, and they eat only acorns their whole lives. The ham is incredible, sweet and silky textured, with a nutty undertone. And $50/pound. I don’t buy a pound, I get 1/4 pound sliced as thin as possible. It is truly a culinary miracle.
anyway, my morning is busy but the schedule is flexible. And I have a few minutes to put thoughts down and wonder why do I sleep well on a soft bed but wake up with a backache, but don’t sleep well on a hard bed but wake up with the back feeling fine. Is this FAIR? NO! It is NOT!