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May 04, 2005 7:08 AM- postcard from the edge
My dear Miss Otter,
I have but one word to offer in response to your recent inquiry with regard to my infrequent posting:
Kettle. Black.
So that's two words but who's counting?
NOW you know how it feels Miss "I-post-every-third-Tuesday-after-a-weekend-when-the-wind-was-blowing-N/NE-during-the-latter-half-of-a-Sunday-afternoon." It sucks, doesn't it?
I did try to let you know I would be MIA. In fact, Stephanie, I'm heading to your place for some moonshine and the chance to hide out in the backwoods for a spell cause I am TIRED!
Having a family of five here to visit (and yes they are still here if today is Wednesday, but I'm not sure anymore what day it is, but if it is Wednesday then they leave tomorrow) requires more involvement than I thought. Especially since the three children sleep here and the parents sleep at the nearby hotel. Hmm, whose genius idea was it to give the parents a little break and a chance for some hotel nookie?
Yeah.
We've all seen the movie about the person who gets possessed by the devil. Where's the flick about the already insane woman who gets possessed by an angel and it RUINS HER WHOLE FREAKING LIFE!!??
Forget it. I don't need to see that movie. I already know how it goes. Close your eyes if you haven't seen it cause in the end her husband throws her out on the street and says he's done with her charitable giving and endless house parties.
Oh god. I cannot even finish this post . . . I hear the steps of children coming down the stairs . . . clearly I did not tire them out enough yesterday when we hiked for 4 hours and then walked the entire outdoor bridle paths of the Science Center.
Must go.
Shall return someday.
The dogs ran off this morning. Maybe they're sick of all the chaos, too.
I'll be back when they come back.
UPDATE: Wee darling, rest your sweet pretty (with its awesome haircut!) head--- I got a call from mon cher cousin and the beasts have returned. Ollie rolled in and then an hour and a half later Henry appeared.
got 2 cents?
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pastamasta says:
Sorry... did I hear that right... you want to tire out a group of children? Who are away from their parents, with all the potential for enjoyable havoc-causation which that entails? Almost impossible. Try nailing jelly to the ceiling first, then work your way up to herding cats, and then you might just be ready, young Jedi.
posted on: May 04
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samantha says:
I would laugh at this, but I'm too hungover from NyQuil.
As for entertaining the wild Indian herd of children, I've got nothing. May the Force be with you? Or how about just thinking about how you are earning handfuls of stars for your crown, which graces your pretty, pretty head?
posted on: May 04
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teahouseblossom says:
Omigosh. Yeah, families are high stress. 3 kids running around? Good luck to ya.
posted on: May 04
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Sheryl says:
It's like a horror movie "Oh no, I can hear them coming, they're coming down the stairs they're--AHHHHH--" That's how I feel some mornings ;o)
posted on: May 04
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Chanelbaby says:
Can't you give them chores to do? Or make them cook for you? Poor Poppy! Or how about this, I got three letters for ya:
D
V
D
posted on: May 04
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Miss Kettle Black says:
Ahem. Point taken. *hanging head in black cast iron shame* (Hey, I'll be chunking rocks out of my glass bungalow later if you want to come over for cocktails :~)
posted on: May 04
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Marilyn says:
Does having one's mother announce on your MOVE day that she's ready to come visit come close? :) We will have had all of one week to enjoy our new place before our first houseguest arrives. The following week my young niece may sleep over a night or two (which will, of course, involve driving her to and from school in the next town). It was easier to avoid houseguests when we lived 4,000 miles away. :) Looking forward to when you and the boys return to your rightful stature as Lady and Lords of the 'net. (Oh wait, if they're the Lords, what's T? He can be a Prince or something.)
posted on: May 04
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wee says:
I think the Butterscotch Boyz have migrated North. I heard the sounds of something wet and snuffly and the sounds of something hungry and huffed in the park today, The sources of the snuffly and huffiness stayed hidden in the bush... but i know it was them. Bad Boyz, How did they make it across the border without any ID, that's what I wanna know. (Serious aside: do let us know when they return. i worry, you know.)
posted on: May 04
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lizardek says:
oooh, it's a blog SMACKDOWN! haha! Poor Popster. I would have a lot more sympathy if I didn't have kids >:D At least you get to hand them back at some point.
posted on: May 04
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stephanie says:
As long as you bring the moonshine, you are always welcome.
posted on: May 04
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Auntie M says:
You are wonderful for watching the kids. As Lizardek states..at least you get to hand them back at some point! Tomorrow is Friday... surely your task must soon be done? Try one of those Thai massages when the guests leave and then BLOG!
posted on: May 05
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Coquette says:
I'm so happy none of my friends have children yet. When I have to be around small ones, at least there's payment at the end...I know that "they're coming up the stairs" feeling. Aiiee. Makes me want to tie them to a tree and crawl under the covers.
posted on: May 05
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