Saturday Musings and Last Minute Touches
Yay! Saturday! Had a quick nap. Was needed but I wasn't happy about wasting the time. I have so many things to tape up still. This morning a removal service came and took some of our crap; old suitcases, bunny cage, kid bike seat and my old and loyal crosstrainer that has been in the Kid's room since he was born. When the two burly guys entered the living room, the Kid walked up to them and passed him his bottle of bubbles to blow and yelled at them "Blas!" which is "Blow". Apparently me spending 30 minutes blowing bubbles just before was not enough. My lips are cracked and I am so winded.
They took out the crosstrainer and the Kid was kind of like this:
I love clearing out stuff. Love it! Now we have some more room for the partay next Saturday. I am slowly getting pumped for it. This week will be so busy. Grocery lists have been printed and itemized and I also have finally decided on a party drink; Zombie Gut Punch. Cherry juice, blood orange juice, vodka, etc. Ghastly! And since Saturday is a public holiday, all foods and drinks must be purchased beforehand. Planning. My specialty. The more busy I am, the more productive I am. And I have to be productive because we are expecting close to 30 people in our teeny tiny apartment and I'm cooking them all dinner cause that is how I roll.
The Husband still doesn't have a costume and will probably throw something on last minute. Years ago he was Flavor Flav and since then, his effort dwindled. But I figure the amount that I spend on this annual event exempts him from making an effort. He puts up with so very very much.
I also have to test out my white foundation (I'm going as a vampire) but I will wait until the Kid is in bed. He was traumatized enough by the Jason mask incident the other week (I'm sorry, the memory is still hilarious, no wonder they think he needs therapy at the daycare).
In other news, the Husband informed me this morning that the "specialist" who wrote up the "suspicion of Aspergers" letter is still studying for her degree. Oh. Ask me how I reacted to that news. Lady, we haven't met but I know you can sense me in your dreams. I am a plump, 30 something year old, bad roots kind of Freddy Krueger. I will find you.
Happy Saturday Y'All!!
They took out the crosstrainer and the Kid was kind of like this:
I love clearing out stuff. Love it! Now we have some more room for the partay next Saturday. I am slowly getting pumped for it. This week will be so busy. Grocery lists have been printed and itemized and I also have finally decided on a party drink; Zombie Gut Punch. Cherry juice, blood orange juice, vodka, etc. Ghastly! And since Saturday is a public holiday, all foods and drinks must be purchased beforehand. Planning. My specialty. The more busy I am, the more productive I am. And I have to be productive because we are expecting close to 30 people in our teeny tiny apartment and I'm cooking them all dinner cause that is how I roll.
The Husband still doesn't have a costume and will probably throw something on last minute. Years ago he was Flavor Flav and since then, his effort dwindled. But I figure the amount that I spend on this annual event exempts him from making an effort. He puts up with so very very much.
I also have to test out my white foundation (I'm going as a vampire) but I will wait until the Kid is in bed. He was traumatized enough by the Jason mask incident the other week (I'm sorry, the memory is still hilarious, no wonder they think he needs therapy at the daycare).
In other news, the Husband informed me this morning that the "specialist" who wrote up the "suspicion of Aspergers" letter is still studying for her degree. Oh. Ask me how I reacted to that news. Lady, we haven't met but I know you can sense me in your dreams. I am a plump, 30 something year old, bad roots kind of Freddy Krueger. I will find you.
Happy Saturday Y'All!!
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