Some Musings….

This is disjointed.  Bear with me.  If I can’t organize it any better for this blog, imagine what it’s like in my head.

The other evening, My Honey woke me up to tell me that he was going to Dunkin Donuts.  We were going to have a very busy morning, Saturday, and he figured it would be the best way to get the short people up and moving out of the house on time.  He returned shortly after with no donuts.  Apparently they were out.  Really?  Dunkin Donuts was out of donuts?  Are they unaware of the title of their shop?

I really think that it’s unfair that I get a headache if I take a nap in the middle of the day.  My neurologist asked me to keep a headache diary  so he could see just how often I have a headache so we could adjust my meds if necessary.  My frequent joke is, “I always have a headache.”  It wasn’t so funny when it turned out to be true.  But a headache after a nap?  That just seems extra mean.

My kids always insist on one of those grocery carts with a little car attached to the front that they can “drive”.  The Bandit doesn’t so much want to drive the thing as hop in and out without opening the door like Bo Duke.  I should get a copy of that first season of The Dukes of Hazzard for him for Christmas, but I fear that he’d never use a door again.

The other evening, Sassy came in from the back yard crying bitterly.  It turns out her father and brother were laughing at her because she’d stepped in dog poop.  You know what I did.  You got it.  I laughed, too.  I’m starting an escrow account for her therapy.

This morning Sassy and the Bandit were arguing.  Sassy said the one thing that she knew would really upset her brother.  “You are stupid.  S T O O P I D,” she spelled.  I had to go and change my pants I laughed so hard.

I was contacted today about my willingness to be a moderator at the Tucson Festival of Books coming up in March.  I wrote about this several months ago.  I was excited then because two of my favorite romance writers will be attending: Julia Quinn and Jennifer Ashely.  Today, I went back over to the site and discovered that LARRY MCMURTRY will also be there.  HOLY CRAP PEOPLE.  If you are unaware of his work, then familiarize yourself with the Pulitzer Prize winning Lonesome Dove.  I have been madly in love with Gus McCrae for many years now.  I have a 1st edition of this book I found years ago.  GOD I hope I meet him.

19 shopping days until Christmas. YIKES

The Ornament Death Count at the Bright Compound: 4    Here’s a riddle for you.  Q. Why does Roscoe only wants to eat the glass ones?             A. Because he’s a moron.

I tried to get the Bandit to completely empty his bladder before bed the other night.  I kept saying, “Is that all?  Anymore in there?”  He kept saying, “Yes,” but there wasn’t any more coming out.  “It’s invisible pee,” he told me with a flourish of his arm. 

Sassy informed us at lunch today that Lays potato chips are best because they have, “a delicate crunch.”  Just so you know.

There, I’ve emptied out my brain.  At least until I post this and 9,000,000 more non sequiturs pop into my head.