I made the egregious error of showing Lyse the ThinkGeek website, and so she took over my keyboard and spent the next little while making excited happy noises. She says she wants this for her birthday. She then informed me that she wants her birthday present next week, because she’s not into delayed gratification (her birthday is in early October). Then she announced that it would be the ultimate gesture of loving generous selflessness if I got her that pressie for my birthday (which is in 3 weeks). I made some sort of noise that she (correctly) translated as, “You want HOW many Scooby Snacks?! Ha ha ha!” Then I went to change over the laundry.
After dumping a load of hot towels on the sofa next to the younger demonspawn (who, having gone to Rocky Horror Picture Show last night but not washing her face when she got home, looks somewhat like Paris Hilton after a bender), I went to transfer the freshly-washed clothes into the dryer. When I returned to the sofa, Anxiety was neatly (she IS a Virgo) spreading warm towels across her lap in layers. I took them away to fold them and the resultant conversation went like this:
Anxiety: “But those are warm!”
Apparently Evil Mom: “You’d be warm, too, if you’d just been in the dryer!”
Anxiety: “Ooh, can I get into the dryer?”
Apparently Evil Mom: “You can’t fit inside the dryer anymore.” (Don’t ask about the implied subtext that I’ve previously given her permission to get inside the dryer. Just don’t, or I’ll never get that Mother of the Year Award.)
Anxiety: “Yes I can! I got into it last Tuesday!”
Apparently Evil Mom (walking away, shaking my head): “Just fold the towels.”
This is the sort of day I suppose I should expect, after the wackiness of yesterday. First, a trek out to visit Geoffrey’s parents undertaken by the whole famn damily - me & Geoffrey, Lyse, both demonspawn, and Beanpole, the elder demonspawn’s boyfriend du mois. Geoffrey borrowed his parents’ 35mm camera and a chunk o’ luggage, for his upcoming trek to Australia (he’s leaving Thursday morning). I spent most of the visit being entertained by the cat, Mystery (Geoffrey’s 21st birthday present), making love to my leather purse because she could smell the cigarettes inside. Some kitties absolutely adore the stuff - as much as catnip, even.
Then the whole famn damily, plus Karel, went to Larry’s housewarming party/BBQ. I got to see Bill, the very sweet & engaging man who took me on a whirlwind weekend in Vegas last year, and went bunjee-jumping with me! It was a blast, although we had to leave after a couple hours because Karel’s allergies were aggressively assaulting him, the migraine I’d awakened with had barely been dented by an Imitrex shot, and my demonspawn (and even the one who isn’t mine) needed errands run and sundry other chauffeuring. We stopped at a Freddy’s other than our usual one, and bumped into Vlad (for whom I invented the game “guess what color my panties are”), who works there. (Coincidentally we found a kick-ass pressie for Molly, which I will have to remember to take to work with me tomorrow so she can have it!)
Moderately late in the evening, the kidlets were gone and the rest of us (theoretically the grownups) collapsed in front of a TV screen to watch a few episodes of CSI on DVD. Lyse had wiggled into the purple beanbag chair on the floor, and I very happily got to snuggle between my two boyfriends on the sofa. The migraine required a second Imitrex shot, and so between that & the rather long day, I barely managed to finish one row of crocheting in 2 hours (and a rather brief footrub for each of the guys).
Thank heavens I only have to go to work 7 days over the next 2 weeks. (I’m taking a 5-day weekend over the Memorial Day weekend.) But I still have to leave the house today…Anxiety has a 2-night/3-day field trip to the Oregon coast starting Tuesday, and she needs an assortment of things (like both watersocks and sturdy shoes, since she - rather annoyingly - keeps growing!). Damn, I need a weekend to recover from my weekend. Again.
