Ask not what your rest home can do for you…

Well, it’s been a lovely weekend thus far.

Friday night, we abandoned the kids to their Ramen noodles and went to a nice Mexican restaurant.

Saturday, we lazed around all day, then rented Bubba Ho-tep and made non-microwave popcorn. (It’s the little things. All four of us actually stood around the popper going “kewwwwwl”. Sad.)

Yesterday, was church, then I hacked around the PC all afternoon getting ready for the 4th season of Tolkien Baseball, while Whiny went to play Magic and the women-folk went to see Mean Girls.

In between, we’ve been cleaning out the back bedroom in preparation for getting rid of the water bed, putting in a new bed and setting up a more permanent home for the recording stuff.

There’s a ton-and-a-half of junk in there from our last “we’re gonna have a yard sale” effort of collecting all the junk and tossing it into the back bedroom until we were ready. That was 3 years ago… So, needless to say, there’s a mountain of laundry to do and crap to sort/throw away before we’re ready to take it out into the blistering Florida sun to try to sell before it melts or spontaneously combusts.

Hope y’all are having a mahvelous Memorial Day!

For you non-‘mericans, I hope your day is as peachy as possible, considering your plight of being damned furriners. I raise my iced tea in your general direction.

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3 Responses to Ask not what your rest home can do for you…

  1. Hey Lisa says:

    Hi. I didn’t get past the “we left the kids to their Ramen noodles”. How old do the kids have to be before you can leave them for the weekend and go camping? 😉 Hmmmm… probably older than six. (Disclaimer: I’d NEVER leave my kids alone that long. At least not as long as they live with me.)

  2. Solonor says:

    They should at least be old enough to dial 911 in an emergency without thinking that it would be really cool if a fire truck showed up.

    I’ll let you know how old that would be when I get there.

  3. brandelion says:

    yard sale: these two words just about sum up my entire Memorial Day weekend.

    yep. Friday. Saturday. skipped Sunday. (had a hangover…) Monday.

    good news: Pete sold the ‘BoHweemouth’ (beheamouth) and got it out of my yard. (BoHweemouth = 1962 Starcraft that he bought from ebay summer of 2002 and always intended to ‘fix up’, but never quite made it that far and didn’t ever actually get it in the water. “Oh, I’m gonna fix this up all sweeet!” riiiiiight, Pete. riiiiiight. why don’t you get to fixin’ that truck of yours,Frankenstein, first? Frankenstein = half Suzuki Samurai, engine of a Pontiac, body snatched from a Land Rover…alternately known as the “SaPontOver”. Pete’s very creative when it comes to things with motors.)

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