Tare wrote:
IT's FRIDAY!
What's shakin', cutie?
I'm am off the the "Sprayground" with the kids this am, coffee and trains this aft, Frank Black tonight, shopping tomorrow, drinks with friends later and the dry conversation of 2 70 year old conservatives throughout. Woooooo.
I'm going to Massachusetts where I will enjoy the same totally ****** weather that New England has had for the last 2+ weeks! I'm wearing a sweater right now, I kid you not. Yay for August.
We're going to go see The Dark Knight in Imax (finally) though, so that will be fun. We were going to go to the TMBG concert in Connecticut, but we decided we don't really feel like it since it involved a 4 hourish wait in line since it's their annual free show. We did go to three of their concerts last year and it's not like there's a new album out or anything (last year we go free signed CDs! I love free stuff!).
I'm going to (prepare to laugh) stop and get several lobsters and a couple pound of steamer clams on my way out of Maine and we're going to make lobster dinner for the 'rents when I get there tonight. I think the Roo's brother may also be in attendance.
Oh, Tare and other mommys, you'll love this:
So yesterday a guy I know mentions that he had, knowing I would soon be selling my house, driven out my way the other day to see if he could spot it. Well, I gave him directions and said that if he wanted to stop by some time when I'm home, to feel free. I told him I'd be gone for the weekend and maybe they could come by next Tuesday.
So last night. It's 7:30 PM. The house is a wreck. Three loads of laundry are piled on the papasan as I am folding. Hannah has just gotten out of the bath, is naked, and sitting on her potty in the middle of the living room. I'd also just cut her hair, so the kitchen floor has hair all over it. There is a trail of towels and pajamas from the bathroom to the living room as Hannah had run through stripping before the bath and then drying off afterward. The dishes aren't done yet. There are boxes in various stages of packing on various surfaces throughout the kitchen. I'm in wet, post-baby washing pajamas and I have racoon eyes. Hannah yells, "Mommy! I'm going ****!" There's a knock at the door.
I think they liked the house ok though. We'll see I guess.
Nexa