Same song, second verse...
Wednesday, January 24th, 2007 03:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
auntbijou....le sigh....
The kids are home with sore throats again. I'm holding my breath that it's not strep... again. We've gone almost TWO WHOLE MONTHS without strep. I'm becoming rather resigned to it, though, to tell you the truth, and find that I'm no longer upset about it. Mostly, I'm beginning to see it as just par for the course. To the point where I'm actually considering giving it a NAME. You know, since it's practically become a member of the family?
How about Steve? That's sounds nice and friendly, doesn't it? Like a not quite friend who keeps coming over and bugging you, mooching out of your fridge, borrowing your cd's and either never returning them, or returning them, but they've got a big ol' scratch right across your favorite song so it skips right at the part you like the most. The kind where you say, "Um... why are we friends again?" and then you remember, oh yeah, because he's ALWAYS THERE!!
Kinda like strep.
So... Steve may or may not be back. The kids aren't happy about it,, except that they get to stay home and watch all the Miyazaki movies they can stomach (which is a surprising amount, considering). The Husbandly One offered me an olive branch for sins that I shall leave unmentioned by ordering "Whispers of the Heart" for me. Would I be greedy to hope that the kids are back at school when it gets here so I can watch it all by myself without any interruptions?
In other news, it's raining steadily. It hasn't stopped for two days now. We WERE in a drought, but I think somehow, we are making up our rain deficit all in one go. Don't you know it's just killing my kids? ALL THOSE PUDDLES!!!! AND THEY CAN'T GO JUMP IN THEM!!!
Still, it'll be nice to see the trees looking happier, and maybe I can actually have a garden this year, instead of... hay. It was so dry, we didn't even get pecans. What few appeared, we let the squirrels have. After all, it wouldn't feel right if I didn't have a bunch of pecan tree sprouts to pull up from highly inappropriate places come spring. I can understand various parts of the yard, and some parts of the garden, but my flowerpots?? Under the deck?? In a dirt filled rubber boot?? (I oughta let that one grow, just for the novelty of it)
Well, I see the natives are restless. My son just appeared, wearing a Batman cape, an apron, and little else, declaring he was doing the "No-Pants Dance." All this while coughing so hard his face was turning red. I think I need to re-read the ingredients on that cough syrup. Maybe I should take some, too. After all, at this point, I could use some "alternate reality."
The kids are home with sore throats again. I'm holding my breath that it's not strep... again. We've gone almost TWO WHOLE MONTHS without strep. I'm becoming rather resigned to it, though, to tell you the truth, and find that I'm no longer upset about it. Mostly, I'm beginning to see it as just par for the course. To the point where I'm actually considering giving it a NAME. You know, since it's practically become a member of the family?
How about Steve? That's sounds nice and friendly, doesn't it? Like a not quite friend who keeps coming over and bugging you, mooching out of your fridge, borrowing your cd's and either never returning them, or returning them, but they've got a big ol' scratch right across your favorite song so it skips right at the part you like the most. The kind where you say, "Um... why are we friends again?" and then you remember, oh yeah, because he's ALWAYS THERE!!
Kinda like strep.
So... Steve may or may not be back. The kids aren't happy about it,, except that they get to stay home and watch all the Miyazaki movies they can stomach (which is a surprising amount, considering). The Husbandly One offered me an olive branch for sins that I shall leave unmentioned by ordering "Whispers of the Heart" for me. Would I be greedy to hope that the kids are back at school when it gets here so I can watch it all by myself without any interruptions?
In other news, it's raining steadily. It hasn't stopped for two days now. We WERE in a drought, but I think somehow, we are making up our rain deficit all in one go. Don't you know it's just killing my kids? ALL THOSE PUDDLES!!!! AND THEY CAN'T GO JUMP IN THEM!!!
Still, it'll be nice to see the trees looking happier, and maybe I can actually have a garden this year, instead of... hay. It was so dry, we didn't even get pecans. What few appeared, we let the squirrels have. After all, it wouldn't feel right if I didn't have a bunch of pecan tree sprouts to pull up from highly inappropriate places come spring. I can understand various parts of the yard, and some parts of the garden, but my flowerpots?? Under the deck?? In a dirt filled rubber boot?? (I oughta let that one grow, just for the novelty of it)
Well, I see the natives are restless. My son just appeared, wearing a Batman cape, an apron, and little else, declaring he was doing the "No-Pants Dance." All this while coughing so hard his face was turning red. I think I need to re-read the ingredients on that cough syrup. Maybe I should take some, too. After all, at this point, I could use some "alternate reality."
