Why, read aloud from history books! That’s what!
Soo, for what seems like the fourteenth time this month, we lost our electricity during a thunderstorm. On a random side note, the first thing The Rowdy Boys demand when our electricity is out, is cheese. They want cheese. “Piece of cheese, Momma!”
Cheese is out of the question.
In retaliation, they got out their plastic food and proceeded to cook coffee and cake and brussel spouts, followed by what I think was an imaginary food fight. This, of course, led into a near fist fight over people touching other people’s blankets: The Toddler smacked The Baby, The Baby bit The Toddler. Then they were laughing and tickling each other and pretending to weedwack and mow the living room carpet.
And people question why I’m so exhausted. This is not something that can be remedied with a multivitamin.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the living room, The Hubs and I were entertaining each other by reading aloud from “Pittsburgh During the American Civil War.” Because, guys, this is the height of our nerdiness. Not only reading about the explosion of the Allegheny Arsenal, but reading about it outloud! With side commentary! And then explaining why, in my esteemed opinion, the Light Gun Howitzer–the Napoleon–is by far a better artillery piece than a 3-inch ordinance rifle and don’t you forget it.
Then we discussed the difference between .577 caliber verses .58 caliber rounds for the Enfield.
Oddly, this was the most romantic moment of the week.
The Hubs and I? We’re like peanut butter and Nutella. Awesome seperately. But destined to be together.
In other news, our driveway is finally fixed. Yay! It’s nice to not have to worry about being attacked by wild game in the mornings. And I have a whopping extra five minutes in the morning before I leave for work, today of which I used to look at pictures of cats on Pinterest.
I haven’t figured out how I can be insanely busy, to the point I forget to breathe (and yes, yes this actually happened the other day), and yet feel like I’m simultanously doing nothing at all. Writing. Cooking. Not cooking and instead eating fast food. Folding laundry. Lounging around in scrubby clothes and writing some more.
And preparing for vacation.
Guys. I’m going on a cruise.
I’ve never been on a cruise before. It’s a quickie cruise, but a cruise is a cruise and I’m not picky. Naturally, the movies replaying in my brain are Titanic and The Poseidon Adventure . Oh, and Ghost Ship. But, at any rate, I’m hoping for lots of novel-ing and minimal puking.
So, here’s to relaxation and fun. And all cruise food. And margaritas at the midnight buffet (Muppet Treasure Island, anyone? Anyone?)!