I'm so busy. Like a little worker-bee buzzing, buzzing, buzzing except that while he is part of a well-organized colony of like-minded individuals, working at maximum efficiency until he dies, I am more like one who has had his head bitten partially off and been unceremoniously booted out of the collective.
But I did want to blog a little. It's fun. It helps me get organized. No, not really.
But we went on a mini vacation this past weekend, and it was so great I just have to tell. We went to Port Aransas, TX, which was so flipping fun. The day we got there, we just threw on our swimsuits and went down to the Gulf. Jethro and I had some nice drinks and watched Gwen and Em play in the surf. They love the beach, but we haven't been for a long time. And when we used to go, it was down in Galveston, which is a little yucky. Port A was much nicer. I'm not sure if it was just the time of year, but the water was clear and not brown, and the beaches were white and gorgeous. It was the most relaxing thing we have done in years.
Gwen and Em woke us up early on Sunday, begging to go back down to the beach. We did, and managed to cram a whole lot of interesting stuff into 3 hours. The tide was crawling back out leaving tide pools and sandbars all over. We watched little crabs swimming around, saved a minnow from death on a sandbar, Gwennie found a shark's tooth, and we saw a water spout far out over the water. In spite of the fact that 90% of my nightmares involve tornadoes or snakes, I was not frightened. It was pretty far away.
It was over too quickly and I want to go back. And I think I might want to live there one day when I'm old. I guess we'll have to see.
And now for a slight change of subject. I don't know if I've mentioned it here, but after years of being the only producer of offspring in both our families, Jethro and I are now the proud Aunt and Uncle to 3 nephews. Here is one of them, just to make your day a little brighter. Tell me he is not adorable. Please. I'm just dying to prove someone wrong today.
Wednesday, October 06, 2010
The odd event took place at Emma's school. I was walking in, and there was a man right behind me whom I never saw. I was opening the school door and in a way that can only make sense to me but that I couldn't accurately explain in a million years, my arm swung behind me and my hand gently touched the front of his pants where I felt his penis. I think he was trying to open the door for me. Do you think I thanked him properly? A little excessive, maybe?