The Big DumpTruck

I'm in a better mood today. I'm sure you were all very concerned that the oil in the trash thing caused that vein in my forehead to burst. It didn't. Whew! Another bullet dodged.

It's a rainy day, I believe the dregs of Frances, but don't hold me to that. We haven't had a good soaking rain in a while, so I'm not complaining. Especially because by Friday the rain will have moved on, and we will not have received 20 inches of it. Junior had his first soccer practice last night, and he is very excited about the whole thing. Makes me wish we had started him when he was 4, like some of the other kids, but really, how skilled do a bunch of 4 year olds get playing once a week for an hour or so? When Junior was 4 he could tell his left from his right, but sometime between then and now he lost that skill. I'm pretty sure soccer would have been the same. (And yes, we're working on the left and right thing. He's right about 65% of the time now.)

It's dad's birthday tomorrow. (Dad, if you're reading this, avert your eyes) So we're going to need to go shopping for a present tonight. I wonder if my sister is planning to bake a cake? We need a cake. Any excuse for a cake, I say.