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Monday, Monday...
So, we got lots o' cleanin' done, this morning. Ma even swept up the spilled birdseed shells (which the mice had eaten) in the pantry. Yes, I keep birdseed in the pantry. I also keep it in a mouse-proof container, now.
Then I hustled off to the grocery store, again, where I only forgot one critical item. Sent Kendra in for that, while I laid down to rest my poor decrepit brain.
Decrepit in the sense of finding myself standing in the middle of the kitchen and wondering what I was going to do. I don't even get as far as the cupboard or fridge, anymore. I'm having my senior moments in the middle of the kitchen, with nary a clue to where I was headed. That can't be a good sign.
So, feeling the need for McDonald's renewal, I stopped off at the Micky D's after I hit the Wally World. It took all my self-control to not bring attention to their behindness in processing orders. Besides, I didn't want to interrupt the social networking in which they were heavily engaged.
To top it off, all that was left of the newspaper was the sports section. There was little to do but ruminate on the mayo squishing out of my sandwich and the elevator shoes worn by one of the employees.
But getting back to the Hoytstead, we are having a bang up time, so far! Ma got to hold baby Hendrick, soothe him with a few of my famous baby songs, and start teaching him that all important phrase, "Aunt-Becky-the-Great!"
I can tell he really wants to say it.
Most of the kids (somewhere in the neighborhood of 10-20) are outside playing various versions of "Hide-n-Seek" and "Hunt the Grey Wolf," which I also like to call, "Let's-see-if-a-skunk-wanders-by-while-you-guys-are-sleeping-in-your-tents, ha, ha."
All my boys have opted to sleep in tents with their cousins, tonight. At my suggestion, Trevor also took out Pooky Bear.
We'll see how THAT goes. I told him I wouldn't be available if he got scared (mostly because I will be too scared to go back outside in the dark with him).
And now, I think it's time to get some youngin's ready for their first night outside...
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Then I hustled off to the grocery store, again, where I only forgot one critical item. Sent Kendra in for that, while I laid down to rest my poor decrepit brain.
Decrepit in the sense of finding myself standing in the middle of the kitchen and wondering what I was going to do. I don't even get as far as the cupboard or fridge, anymore. I'm having my senior moments in the middle of the kitchen, with nary a clue to where I was headed. That can't be a good sign.
So, feeling the need for McDonald's renewal, I stopped off at the Micky D's after I hit the Wally World. It took all my self-control to not bring attention to their behindness in processing orders. Besides, I didn't want to interrupt the social networking in which they were heavily engaged.
To top it off, all that was left of the newspaper was the sports section. There was little to do but ruminate on the mayo squishing out of my sandwich and the elevator shoes worn by one of the employees.
But getting back to the Hoytstead, we are having a bang up time, so far! Ma got to hold baby Hendrick, soothe him with a few of my famous baby songs, and start teaching him that all important phrase, "Aunt-Becky-the-Great!"
I can tell he really wants to say it.
Most of the kids (somewhere in the neighborhood of 10-20) are outside playing various versions of "Hide-n-Seek" and "Hunt the Grey Wolf," which I also like to call, "Let's-see-if-a-skunk-wanders-by-while-you-guys-are-sleeping-in-your-tents, ha, ha."
All my boys have opted to sleep in tents with their cousins, tonight. At my suggestion, Trevor also took out Pooky Bear.
We'll see how THAT goes. I told him I wouldn't be available if he got scared (mostly because I will be too scared to go back outside in the dark with him).
And now, I think it's time to get some youngin's ready for their first night outside...
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