DH is traveling again. Ugh. It's not too bad, he's only going to be gone for a day and a half, but I have one very emotional 8 year old. She's now experimenting with rhythm with a tamborine, while her brother plays the electric keyboard on his walker and her sister runs around the room with her hands over her ears because Wilbur is getting stressful. You know that fable about the mouse pulling the thorn from the lion's paw? Apparently that is high tension for a 3 year old Boop.
So, I've been up for an hour and a half and already am thinking there isn't enough coffee in the coffee pot.
Speaking off which, coffee saved the day for my DH. He left at 6am for Portland and apparently stopped for Starbucks right off the bat. This surprises no one. Sadly, when he ordered his triple mocha he realized he had no wallet. So he asked them to please set his mocha aside and he'd be back to pay for it - which he did, much to their surprise. I am not surprised my DH returned for his mocha. Who would leave an orphaned mocha?! They thought it was a rough way to start a day but he thought it was providential that he missed his wallet with enough time to go back home for it.
Way to be glass half full, DH! If he'd waited till Tacoma to buy coffee it would have been a sad day indeed.
Time Out - the Mystery Man just handed me Tivo because he likes to dance to the Handy Manny theme song. I know this because he answers me now. The conversation goes like this:
Me: You want to watch Handy Manny?
That's "yes". "No" would be an irritated grunt.
Now we're listening to Wilmer while Mystery Man turns in circles and stomps his little feet and Betty Boop is gonna grow up and wonder why she only dates boys with sexy, hispanic accents...
Excerpt: The Second Jezebel by Peter Mowbray
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