Okay, I'm totally maxxing out my points on Virtue 11. I met today with a county government official, to brainstorm ways to make a certain application process easier for our local residents; I, personally and professionally, will see only a negligible benefit. Tina...Champion of the Underdog. I can tell you are impressed.
So, tomorrow my youngest is going to a birthday party, which includes a hockey game. He's riding the bus home with his friend and they won't be home until midnight. He has been talking about it for months. For the past 3 weeks or so, he has talked about it constantly. Birthday party birthday party birthday party. I smile, I nod. Yes, honey, you will have fun. Fun fun fun.
It's 4:00 - we are in the car, one mile from home, having just gone to Wally World - and the words I have tuned out for the past 6 months finally sink in. My son. Is going to a birthday party. TOMORROW. And, dearest reader, what is the one thing a kid needs to take to a birthday party???
Yup. No gift. Heavy sigh.
Well, we went home, ate dinner, and jumped back in the car. Oh, did I mention it's JANUARY and it's FLIPPIN' FREEZING outside?? We hit the dollar store, and birthday boy is getting $4 worth of dollar store candy and a deck of "magic cards." He'll be thrilled.
I'm sure there's a virtue in there somewhere.
Good news of the day - I've found a rental and am moving Presidents' Day weekend. Woot woot! It's tinier than tiny, and I don't have any furniture, but it's good for us.
And, when it comes right down to it - the worst day in January 2011 beats the hell out of the best day in January 2010.
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