The first week of summer has flown by. Without too much incident, actually.
Camp starts for 3 of the 5, next week. So they’ll be occupied, for at least a month! Oldest daughter leaves for California to visit her aunt. That was her Bat Mitzvah present from her. So, I’ll just have one that needs to find entertainment.
Hubby will be teaching Summer School.
With almost all of these living creatures out of the house, it leaves me time to do stuff. Like, operation laundry avoidance.
Lately, I’ve been obsessing over posts. To the point where, I’m dreaming about them. EVERY NIGHT. Of course, in my dreams these posts make sense, they are incredibly written and very profound and funny. When I wake up, POOF…gone. SIGH.
As you may know, we have a pool. My kids LOVE swimming. Me, notsomuch. I need the pool to be bathtub temperatures otherwise, I’m all sorts of teeth chattering misery.
Also, I REFUSE to put on a suit. Due to recent weight gain.
My son keeps asking me why I won’t go swimming. Of course, I don’t tell him that Mommy is not in the mood to masquerade as a beached whale. So I made up a story that if Mommy goes into the swimming pool, her hair will turn colors. Being that he is only 5, he believes me. The problem is, he’s been telling all our guests my reason for not going into the pool.
I guess I’m better with THAT than him announcing that Mommy looks like a manatee or something!
I went to Wal-Mart last night. Let me make this one thing very clear…I DESPISE it there. No matter how beautiful the remod. is. It still smells like circus elephants when you walk in the door. And generally, no matter what neighborhood the Wal-Mart is located, Jerry Springers most recent guests are patrons of the establishment. Serious grossness.
BUT…Norma Kamali is designing clothes for them. Norma Kamali of the 1980’s, huge shoulder pads awesomeness. Inexpensive. Fabulous clothes. Made from materials that, when you touch them, your teach actually DON’T curl. I think, when I found her little section of clothing, I had a fashiongasm. Yeah, I think I can honestly say…right there in the middle of Wal-Mart, with Jerry Springers guest…I gasmed.
And when I was done, I took my selections and actually spent money at Wal-Mart. But it’s on Norma Kamali so it didn’t really count.
There is ONE MONTH until Blogher. ONE. FREAKING. MONTH. Until I
dry hump attack my friends!! *pees pants*
Lastly and most randomly, I’m still afraid of really loud thunder. Which is why I’ve been up since 6 a.m this morning, thinking of a post that I could bore you to tears with.
You…are SO very welcome.