Tough week.
The good news is that Scruffy II is here now and very comfortable in his new life as #3's most cherished possession. Oh and also kind of awesome is that I had emailed the company that gave the little stuffed dogs out as a promotional item before I emailed the preschool parents and had told them the whole sob story about Scruffy being lost. A lady from the company emailed me and asked for the address so she could send #3 a new Scruffy - she even called him by name. It was beyond cute and super kind - I can just imagine she's somebody's mommy and she understood the whole lost love object feeling. So if you should need flea control for your dog think about the one with the little yellow lab puppy with the blue bandanna... I not going to do a real promotion for them since I don't actually use their product but a kind deed is worth my giving a half-assed endorsement, non?
Happy Birthday to my sister - forgot that one this week. I really shouldn't forget it since I drank with her age of majority card for years and the date ought to be burned into my memory.
The Dude came down with a wicked illness - might be the plague...who knows. It must have made him a really popular guy on his flight to Minnesota. He's having a crappy week too since there's nothing quite so awful as being sick away from home in a generic hotel room without your mommy to put a warm sock with Vick's Vapor Rub on it around your neck.
I'd love to feel sorry for him but since he's in Minnesota...I'm here with the kids. Dangling at the end of my rope as it is and with the addition of the Odyssey of the Mind weekend...well, here's what happened
Get it? It's a bottle of wine with My Name on it. I know...when I'm left alone with three kids and a dog and an ill tempered cat I get up to no good.
The Dude's step-grandfather passed away on Friday. He'd been ill for some time and it wasn't unexpected but he was a wonderful, kind man and it's a sadder world without him.
And jumping off from there...why is it next to impossible to find a nice respectable dress for a 10 year old to wear to a funeral? Not everything they do requires sparkles, designer people! Just a nice, simple dress without spangles or "I ROCK!" written on it would be fine.
So that's kind of disjointed and weird...but check back on the picture and you might understand why.
Happy Sunday Night y'all!
Put Scruffy #3 in a safe place when it arrives! And remember where the safe place is . . .
We just got back from my grandmother's funeral a few weeks ago (in LA). The girls just wore black pants and shirt. There is no way K would wear a dress . . .
Pants/shirt can be your back up option . . .
Take care friend!
Posted by: Sandi | March 02, 2009 at 04:37 PM