Hello from Bed
I’m laying here blogging in bed while Iz tries to settle in next to me. She’s been ready to go to sleep for quite awhile but, as you can imagine, I’ve not exactly been ready to turn in. We finally came to a compromise that we’d go to my room and I’d do what I wanted to on the laptop in bed next to her. Since her sister is at nagymama’s having a sleepover, I told Iz that she could have a sleepover in my bed. I forgot to figure in that I go to bed generally four or five hours after she does. I’m a genius!
Work is starting to wrap up at the other house and they’ve done a great job so far. They’ve been very considerate and clean up after themselves quite well. The foreman, Keith, is a peach (and a little bit of eye candy — ladies, he’s turning 30, was in the Army [not a slouch and has incredible work ethic], is going to school to become a pharmacist and, get this, has had sole custody of his daughter, 9, since she was five months-old. Can you beat that? Damn.) and the crew, although a touch motley, seems nice enough and work hard too. I’ll definitely recommend them to anyone. Yesterday they showed up bright and early despite it raining. I wouldn’t have blamed them if they didn’t show while it was raining but they were there anyhow, covered in rain gear working as if it were sunny. Sadly, you don’t see that a lot these days.
I’m getting excited about going out of town and tomorrow I need to get with it and pack and all that sort of thing. Being the listmaker that I am, I have written down everything I need and need to do and just need to execute my planning. Naturally I’ll overpack but I wouldn’t be me otherwise. I’m taking Jeff’s car since he needs the other one to haul the kids around. That sucks because I would have appreciated the comfort of my car over what we’ve dubbed “The Speck.” Don’t get me wrong, it’s a great car for gas mileage and the payment you can not beat. It just doesn’t have all the fancy crap I’ve come to get used to and the seats are more long-trip friendly for my ass. Jeff also succeeded in breaking the center console by filling it with about 8938493847834 coins so it’s useless for an arm rest. Now I’ll have to figure out something to rest my arm on while I while away my time muttering under my breath about how men are stupid bla bla bla. I mean, really. Who needs hundreds if not thousands of coins when we don’t even have toll roads? Keep some on hand and bring the rest in like a normal being. Thieves are easily fooled by the conservative appearance and size of his vehicle. If they only knew what riches were inside. All they’d need is an armored car to haul away the booty.
Update: Iz has finally fallen asleep. Just two minutes ago (literally) she was giggling and had her feet up on me. I just looked over and her Beanie Elizabeth is laying across her upper chest and she’s breathing heavy (with one of her legs still propped up on my arm). I wish I had my camera because it’s simply precious. She has her ducky pajamas on. <swoon>
Did I mention I’m excited about this weekend? Hello, Audrey Woulard! I see you clicking on my blog link when I link to you, you minx. Will you see my secret message? Will Google uncover it in the search result? The world may never know. By the way, I’m hoping this workshop is the shit. I’ll give you this though, I already know you’re an excellent business woman. You’d have to be blind to miss that.
