we dragged our sorry, sunburned asses back from the water park just as the sun went down.
(and no, smart asses, don't even say it--our asses were not literally sunburned)
and as we headed down Main st, a couple of traffic lights were out.
hm.
wonder how that happened?
oh look, so is the one on our street.
god DAMMIT the power better not be out.
for the record, it was just another hot and sunny day.
there was a 4 minute rain shower, but come on!!!
even the grand desert state of utah could usually handle that much rain without turning into a mini armageddon. (and not the one with ben affleck and liv tyler)
so, of course, the power was out.
we got the little ones into bed as the light faded.
and, looking on the bright side, (and laughing at ourselves for itching for our computer or tv) we decided to play a board game with the 8 year old.
and yes, i know what you're thinking: damn that 8 year old!!
if he wasn't with us this week we could have made much better use of a 9pm lights out...
so we played Operation, but by the end we were using my husband's lighter to see the pieces.
i lit some candles but those didn't provide the right kind of light.
so.
we went outside, where there was more light, to play UNO.
during the first hand we noticed lights coming on at neighbors' houses.
phew.
i wanted to run to my computer and sloppily make out with it for a minute.
but i didn't even turn it on.
uh....
well, that came out better than i planned!!!
anyway.
by that point the exhaustion of the day had set in and all i wanted to do was lay there and die.
oh yeah, and i finally made it to the gym yesterday--first time in a week.
ugh.
but i think i figured out a way to still go on the days that i work.
yes, i know...it's a tough life.
and a boring life, let's don't forget.
ooh-oooh--and a bitchy life.
okay, that's all.
kids are watching Bob the Builder, and it's interfering with my concentration.
just a little.
so...
yeah...
i don't think back-hoes get allergies.
and if they do, i bet they don't sneeze.
but i guess they don't talk either, or drive themselves.
but still, allergies is stretching it a bit.
and also...
they're in the "why?" stage.
oh
my
god.
two of them.
asking "why?" to the strangest fucking stuff.
well, they ask it about everything--in a seemingly indiscriminate manner.
if i make it through this, then it's possible that i'll make it through their teen years.
although i can't make any guarantees that they will...
ten days til the last year of my twenties begins.
will you all indulge me in my over-dramaticizing it?
either indulge or ignore, it's up to you.
i don't know why i'm so excited for the day, since i already have my husband's presents and my mom's.
AND i'll have to throw myself a birthday party for my brothers and their families-- following a very strict protocol.
it'll be fun, but it's too freaking hot to want to do anything.
am i done whining yet?
hell no.
don't you go anywhere!!!
there's plenty more to come!
um.
okay, i'm actually done.
shit.
i just stumbled on a kids show with whoopi goldberg (who i love) and rosie perez (who scares me)...and the latter is singing a song about flashlights to the tune of the Monkees "daydream believer"....
whatthefuck??
the kids like it of course.
well...i just stole a look at Max's face and frankly i'm not sure he doesn't share my opinion of Rosie.
i saw her on Letterman once, back in '93 (oh god i sound old. i mean, i was trying to sound old for shits and giggles, but it worked...) and she was talking about a dress/boob flashing incident involving her "psgetti straps"...and that was just the funniest part, the rest of the interview showed her to have a similar intellect to jessica simpson.
i knew i would never look at her the same again.
aw crap.
i just bagged on TWO Latinas in row on here.
i guess i'm outed--i make fun of people who get married more often than it rains in Maine, and people who seem stupid (cuz she couldn't be as moronic as she appeared and be a good actress), regardless of race.
that's right, i'm aracist.
not, a racist, but aracist, like asexual. but i'm not that, either. dammit.
i better quit while i'm ahead.
or quit to go give some head??
have a good day.
and pray to whatever gods you stumble across that i write something decent later.
cuz this shit's depressing.
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