Hub has a meeting at the high school tomorrow. It’s a lunch meeting, so it can’t be too bad. I always figure that any meeting with free food can’t be completely horrible.
I’ve been proven wrong a time or two but mostly, free food makes up for a multitude of sins excruciatingly boring agendas.
Of course, if NCLB is mentioned, all bets are off. Even free food couldn’t cover that one up.
Don’t get me started on it.
Free food. Mmmm.
If the meeting gets too boring, he can always flip peas under the table. I’ve survived many a luncheon meeting by stockpiling peas and rubber bands.
That’s because I’m mature.**
Most of Hub’s kidney stone pain is gone. He isn’t taking the super-duper pain pills any more. He has a few left, though, “just in case.” The street value of those little suckers must be incredible. Too bad we’re honest. Darn.
He starts back for real on Friday. I start back again on the 22nd. That means I have two weeks of vacation, whee! Too bad I don’t get paid when I don’t teach. It’ll be slimmer-than-usual pickin’s here for a while. And the pickin’s were already slim.
And Friday, we’re having company! The son of one of my dearest friends is coming to visit, and if he had any idea how much I’m looking forward to seeing him again after so long, he’d be too scared to come to the door! He’s bringing his beautiful little son, and I can’t wait to hug them both! I’m so glad you’re coming to visit me, Ben. Next time bring your mother, too! I will never stop missing her. (She moved away!! Can you believe that?) (Even now I start to pick up the phone to call her and just-in-time remember that she’s not here any more. Sigh.)
It’s been a long time since there was a toddler in this house. It will be wonderful. I hope I remember how to child-proof a room. . . . .
Tuesday I have to take the car up to the Honda dealership for a routine checkup. It sees the ‘doctor’ more often than most people do.
But then, who can afford a checkup after the car’s had one?
Want to know somebody else I love? I love Hula, that’s who else I love. And now I can’t WAIT till Labor Day!
The Bloggerhood has some really, really nice neighbors.
**Mature: bringing rubber bands from home, and knowing how to fling peas without making that give-away ‘snap’ sound under the table; also, being able to keep a straight face when people start to notice the flying peas so they’ll never dream it’s you.
It wouldn’t be you, of course, because you’re, like, mature and stuff.