I finished mt. st. laundry yesterday, folded the socks!, vacuumed the house and dog, cleaned the house top to bottom to no avail, scrubbed toilets, organized the pantry and put food away in the days leading up to this moment. The moment I head out on my own for almost a week to find adventure, meet my friends, network, connect, eat and drink. Generally I'll live some alternate life far removed from cold Alaska, sweet little boys, moody teen, loving husband, codependent turkeys and my friends.
|ha! you thought I was joking!!|
Her estimated arrival time came and went. Then she called, on her way, recovering from dumping five pounds of flour on her head. 5 pounds of flour on her head. We roared off with boys waving while eying the blueberry pie instead of looking at me one more time, ruled by their tummies, my boys. I sat through tole painting class where an 80 year old lady dropped a casual F bomb which made me snort out loud, nice, I know. I called home upon my arrival at the airport 4 hours early, the pie was gone, no one missed me yet, except the turkeys.
|miss these wildebeests already!|
Peace and Love--