The Big DumpTruck

It got sunny and warmer today, and everything seems to be melting nicely, if not slowly. Mr. Snowman (see below) was sort of listing to one side.

Junior: Mom, I went to check the snowman and he was all melty.

Me: Well, I’m not surprised.

Junior: Ya, so I [and at this point, I expected him to tell me that he started working to shore up the droopy bits, because this is the kid who cried when the little bug-like creatures in the video game Pikmen were eaten by bigger bug-like creatures. So he’s going to try to save Frosty, right?] smashed it with my foot.

I think I went into shock. Sure, every other six year old boy on the planet (and plenty of the girls) would have done that. But not mine! And yet, Frosty is no more. What have you done with my child! I blame public schools.

(Oh, that reminds me. I got a letter in the mail today from the assistant principal, telling me that Junior has excessive absences, and if he’s going to be out he needs to bring a note with him. Um, ya, so what did y’all do with the note that I sent in with him two days prior to him being out, just in case the teacher forgot the conversation I’d had with her two weeks earlier? Huh? Do you people talk to each other at all? Did you check out his made up school work and the vacation journal he wrote? Huh? )

Sheesh.

Ugh, still behind. I crossed the 14000 mark last night (barely) and I have to write 6-8000 today to catch up to where I should be. I’d be happy to do four today.

I am actually planning to pack up the laptop and head over to Barnes and Noble for 3:30. In the Nano forums I set up an informal gathering for the local folks. I figure worst case, I’ll get an hour in a different environment, and snag some fancy hot cocoa to boot. I’ll try to avoid the cheesecake.

Junior has been bugging me for over a week for a book, so Mr. Dump will meet me there after they get back from the movies (he’s taking my step-kids to see The Incredibles because they hadn’t seen it yet) and I’ll offer them each a book. It’s so funny…if he asked for a toy, I’d say no. But a book? How can I refuse?

Here’s the evidence that Frosty the Snowman was here!

My mom gave Junior this kit with wooden pieces to turn a pumpkin into acat, bat or witch. We used it to make a cat.

When I got home just now, I noticed one of our furry friends had decapitated the cat to get a snack. This struck me as hugely funny…

I’ve got a picture of all of us in Florida on my desk, and it’s helping me deal with the fact that we may get half a foot of snow today. (That sounds worse than six inches, doesn’t it? Half a foot! Call out the sled dogs!)

Suddenly, looking at the sleds the other day at Target doesn’t seem to be quite so bizarre, does it?