Throwing Little Thought Pebbles at Your Windshield Since 1996
Okay, we did the fishing thing today, once the rain stopped. Nobody got hooked at all! Well, except for two fish. I don’t want the P E T A people all over my backside, so we’ll just say that there was a bit of ugliness involving a now one-eyed fish. Nuff said. We were just doing catch and release. Mostly we were feeding them all a serious amount of worms. I was fascinated by the amount of “oooh, it took the worm right off the hook!”
Oh well, doing our part for our fishy friends.
I’ve been given the heads-up that on Mother’s day, we’re all taking the kids fishing. Um, does that mean for Father’s day we can go to the mall?
I don’t really need anyone to make a big deal out of Mother’s Day…I told Mr. Dump that I’d really like a set of drinking glasses, so we can stop giving our guests the Uno’s and Applebee’s kiddie cups that we’ve collected over the years. I’m hoping to end up with something good, but he is going to let junior help pick them out.
I can tell you this: I’m NOT touching any bait. And unless they end up with some shellfish, I’m not eating the catch.
Important stuff first: thank God the Sox won last night. We were about to drape black cloth over the mirrors. Let’s hope they are back on track for at least the next few games.
Next up: My outerwear of choice today is a fleece button-up sweater-like garment. It’s a nice dark raspberry color, reversible with a lighter shade of the same. I thought it would look nice and I could wear it inside, where the temperatures sometimes get cool in the afternoon. Except on the way in I kept thinking that the air vents in the car were letting in the scents of spring. And when I got to my desk I realized…it’s my fleece. It smells like flowers. Not in a perfumey kind of way, but in a pollen kind of way. It smell like those big white lilies they put in bouquets that make me pray to God nobody gets flowers at work. Or paper whites. Some people like the smell of paper whites. I think they are pretty but the smell makes me want to run screaming. So that’s what my clothing smells like. Fantastic. I took it off for now, I can’t risk a headache developing before noon. (That’s what will happen – massive headache.)
Does all fleece smell like flowers?
I’m back at work and strep boy is spending some quality time with my parents. He’s had two (three if you count this morning) doses of antibiotic, so I don’t think he’s particularly contagious anymore, but he had a fever until late yesterday morning so he couldn’t go to school or daycare today (you have to be fever-free for 24 hours). Plus he still sounds horrible, and isn’t eating normally, so I’d just rather he be able to relax at home (or at grandma’s). Which is foolish because he doesn’t really relax when he’s there.
Product recommendation: I wish this had been out three years ago when he was just coming into the age where this would have easily been his favorite toy. And yet, at 6, he still thinks it’s very cool. I like it because it’s rugged, needs no batteries, and requires a little more input from him than one of those $10 slot car sets. This was on sale for $15 at Toyworks: Speedstars Maximum Thrills Raceway.
