Grab a chair and a couple of root beers...

Yesterday, on the way home from a trip into San Marcos, the Impossible Son and I sang the Moosebutter Star Wars song at the top of our lungs all the way home.

It was awesome.

He's still recovering from chickenpox, so he had to accompany me in to San Marcos for a trip to Dr. Tummy to get samples of my acid reflux med while we wait for the drama over my prescription to get resolved. Who will win? InHumane Care, or the intrepid and determined Dr. Tummy, with assistance from Mr. W., the Small Town Pharmacist Who Could? Tune in next week for an update!!!

*laughs*

Well, yesterday was full of little trips. I took Mr. Impossible in for a followup with the doctor about his tests, yes to chickenpox, no to Lyme, and to check his pox out. Most of them are crusting, so he should be good to go back to school next week! Then the trip into San Marcos for the samples, and then a stop by his school to pick up his makeup work.

The trip home was a blast, actually! I mean, there were were, walking back to the car, him skipping along next to me while holding my hand and chattering on cheerfully about any and everything, and I have no idea why, but I just started randomly singing, "Nobody cares if you upset a droooooid, 'cause droids don't tear your arms out of sockeeeeet..." and he chimed in with, "I suggest a new straaaaategy, let the Woooookie win," and we both sang loudly and badly, "Because nobody caaaaares... if you upset a droooooooid!"

And yes, there were lots of other people in the parking lot, and yes, we got stared at, and no, we did not care at all!!

After that, it was a foregone conclusion that I would select the song to play on the CD in the car, and would hit repeat, so we could sing it over and over again on the drive home, complete with gestures and faces. I am sure the people on the freeway in San Marcos enjoyed our emoting, and I'm also sure the people at the light before heading down the state highway thought we'd lost our minds.

I especially enjoyed the Impossible Son's faces during the section of Luke whining. The pathos! The utter dejection! The extreme sulkiness!!

It made my heart swell with pride!

I love moments like that with my son. I don't often get to see his extremely silly side like that, and I have discovered that he has inherited my, and my dad's, extremely elastic face. He's got a pretty wacky sense of humor that I truly do appreciate, and is developing a wit as sharp as his sister's. Pretty soon, their verbal sparring is going to take a whole new level, and I'm going to find it harder and harder to out-geek them.

I look forward to it with great enthusiasm!

Because... nobody caaaaaaaares if you upset a drooooooooid!!

I didn't think that many people read our local paper. Miss Priss is going to Washington, D.C. the week of March 10th for People to People, and they sent us a press release to put in our local paper, so... we did. It came out in the latest issue (it's printed twice a week), and her picture, with the article, is on the last page.

So, we went to the grocery store, and were constantly being stopped by people who recognized her, despite the fact that she's had her hair cut short since the picture was taken, and wanted to congratulate her. And not necessarily people we knew.

It was neat. And it was kinda creepy. But mostly, it was neat.

She's really excited about going, and looking forward to it. So are we. Since it's during spring break for us, the Husbandly One took off from work, and we're all going. She'll stay with her group at one hotel, we'll be at another nearby. She'll have activities with her group, we'll have activities with Mr. Manzie (he doesn't get a lot of one on one time with the two of us very often), and of course, we also plan to get in a little visiting with family and friends who live in the area. I have a friend who lives near Pittsburgh who I haven't seen in eight years, and we've already arranged a sort of halfway between two points meeting. Anyone else, speak up! We'll see what we will see!

Anyhow, Miss Priss is excited. So is Mr. Manzie. This should be most interesting. What I find funny is apparently, on the airline we picked, they have only three seats per row. So, it's arranged so that the Husbandly One is sitting with the kids, and I'm sitting across the aisle from them. So... I can pretend I don't know them if I want to.

Well, I might have been able to get away with it, if it weren't for the fact that the kids and I all have the same hair color, and both the little stinkers look like me. Except, I'm the only one in our little group that has brown eyes. THO and Miss Priss have blue eyes, and Mr. Manzie got his Grand-Daddy's green eyes. (Yes, he is very proud of having something in common with Harry Potter!) Other than that, though, people look at them, look at me, and I'm stuck. No, "I don't know them, those aren't MY kids, uh-uh!" for me.

So, in March, if you see a story on the news about some bizarre disaster in D.C. involving peanut butter, Legos, broken crayons, and grape juice, you'll know that my kids were somehow involved. And I will be there, pretending I don't know them.

Think it will work?

Nah, didn't think so. *sigh*