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Thursday Thirteen, Vol. 18
Thirteen things I did on Wednesday
1. Pushed the snooze button on my alarm clock a minimum of three times.
2. Chaperoned Zoe’s class on a field trip to the Milwaukee County Zoo.
3. Ate my lunch outside, underneath a tree, with my daughter, at the zoo, in the blistering heat and high humidity. Oh. So. Not. My. Thing.
4. Bought us each an ice cream cone in the dairy barn. Bubble Gum ice cream for her, Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough for me. Have you tried bubble gum ice cream? It’s totally gross.
5. Supervised a dozen kids on the teeter-totter on the playground.
6. Showed Zoe where I fell in the ‘river/water area’ in the children’s zoo area when I was a kid. Of course, now the area is completely child-fall-in-free.
7. Helped a panicked teacher find a missing child. (she found the kid, not me, but I was supportive in the search)
8. Helped a parent find a missing child. (again, she found the kid, but was waaaaaaay more panicked than the teacher was)
9. Found a missing parent and two kids myself so the bus could finally leave the blistering hot zoo (45 minutes late).
10. Delivered some boxes to Freckles house because she’s moving!!! (From a house that has a/c to a house that doesn’t! Gah!)
11. Took 16th St. the whole way to the interstate and regretted it when I ended up in bumper-to-bumper pre-3 p.m. rush hour traffic.
12. Made it home, showered, and then felt the greatest urge to wash the kitchen floor. So I did.
13. Took Zoe to the dentist where I seriously contemplated if knowing the the receptionist for 30 years qualified for permission to lay down on the waiting room couch and take a snooze while I waited. (I didn’t)
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Yesterday we went to see the new Pirates of the Caribbean movie. We meant to see the one at 3:30, but we can never be early for a movie, and always rush in to buy tickets just as the lights in the theater go down, and of course the 3:30 AND the 4:00 shows were sold out. Next available was 4:30, but it was in the Palladium theater, which has a waitstaff and they serve food and drinks while you watch the movie. That’s the one we ended up in.
So about 30 minutes into the movie the waiter brought me a glass of water and then accidentally dumped it on me. I was soaking wet, my polo shirt, my shorts, my purse. Totally. Wet.
It was hilarious though. I mean, this is just par for the course with us. In Chicago for Zoe’s birthday my husband accidentally spilled a full glass of ice water on Zoe at lunch. We had to go buy her a new outfit she was so wet. And once when we were in Lake Geneva at a pretty fancy restaurant I spilled full glass of water on him. I laughed so hard that we were almost asked to leave the restaurant.
What made this so funny was the F word the waiter let fly as the water was pouring down on me, “I’m so f**king sorry!” I don’t think I’ve ever had someone say that to me before.
Anyhow, we all lived.
This is a sidenote about the glass situation that I wrote about, I broke another one while putting it in the dishwasher Saturday night. I guess I don’t realize my own strength, maybe I should lay off the free weights….
Dear Toothfairy …..
I cannot believe that this has happened.
Zoe lost her tooth tonight while we were at Teavana picking out tea for my husband (her father, the one who accidentally dropped THE VERY FIRST tooth she lost down the drain). I very carefully put the tooth in my pocket and when we got home she showed it to him. Then I put the bag with our snack on the dining room table (a scone and a macaroon, both of which were over half eaten). Next thing I know, the dogs have knocked the bag over and have helped themselves to a partial snack, and there are yellow scone/cookie crumbs all over the table. I brushed them off (into the garbage) and folded the bag down so that they couldn’t help themselves to the rest.
And then Zoe can’t find her tooth. She put it on the dining room table, on some papers, which were next to the snack bag. What are the odds that she looses a tooth that looks EXACTLY like a scone and/or macaroon crumb, AND that is what is in the bag next to the the missing tooth, AND the dogs helped themselves to that exact snack???? I know, very slim.
I think one of the dogs ate her tooth.
So we had to write a note to the toothfairy that went something like this:
Dear Toothfairy,
The dog ate my tooth.
Love, Zoe
As I said before. I’m TOTALLY NOT MAKING THIS STUFF UP.
Like mother, like daughter
As I’ve said many times before, I’ve broken a lot of glasses. I still break a lot of glasses. And it seems that Zoe is following in my footsteps. Earlier this week she was stirring her chocolate milk with a spoon and broke the glass right in the middle of a stir.
I bought my husband two sets of glasses for our ninth anniversary (that was only one and a half years ago). There were eight of each size, and now I think we only have three big glasses and maybe two small glasses left. I’ve broken all the others, and Zoe broke one.
Tonight we were at Uno’s for dinner. Zoe was having a kid’s sundae for dessert, which is served in a small glass, it looked like something you’d get a barcardi and a coke in, to give you an idea of what kind it was. In a blink of an eye the glass went from being on top of the table, to being under our table, shattered into pieces. A combination of glass, ice cream, chocolate syrup and whipped cream exploded like a bomb (and there were sound effects too)
How in the hell did that happen????
Seriously, I was sitting there, minding my own business, blinked my eyes, heard an explosion, and her sundae was missing. Zoe was seated at the inside corner of a booth, and from the big chocolate stain on her shirt, it seems like it bounced off her then under the table.
Do you think they can serve ice cream in sippy cups?
Collared
Jasper is my cat, and he’s pretty mad at me right now. Forget that I saved his life last summer when he ate Zoe’s purple hairband and had to have emergency intestinal surgery so that he could LIVE. That’s not cheap folks, no sales at the vet for intestinal surgery. And forget that I didn’t scream when I went to put on my Gap spaghetti string tank top and found that he ATE one of my spaghetti string straps! This is also the same cat that breaks into my purse regularly.
So on Sunday night he was MISSING from the house. He was sitting next to me in the morning, then we left about 10:30 a.m. for the entire day, and came home around 4:30 p.m., around 6 p.m. I was like, where is Jasper? He’s always up in my face, because he loooooooooves me, and he hasn’t even come to say hello. Or I’m hungry. Or give me some catnip.
So we did a hard target search inside the house (can you tell my husband was in the military?), then outside the house. He was no where. I was freaking out because he’s my cat, and I love him, and HE’S MISSING!!!!
So my husband opens his dresser armoir to get something and out pops Jasper.
And I’m happy that he’s found, but I can’t believe that he was locked in the dresser for the whole day. Stupid cat.
It’s Monday night now, and I’ve put Zoe to bed, then played around on the computer for oh, about an hour, before coming out to the livingroom/dining room/kitchen area, where I find that the screen door to the backyard is open about 4″ … the scene had “Jasper Was Here” all over it.
I put my slippers on and grabbed the flashlight because it was dark out, went outside and scanned the yard. You see that post, the third one from the right corner in the far right back yard, by the pine trees? That’s where he was. Just sitting there, looking at me.
Yesterday he was given a collar with a tag attached to it with his name and phone number on it. He’s so unhappy with me. See for yourself.
Can you believe that he’s unfastened and removed his collar three times in the past 24 hours??? He has. I have no idea how he’s doing it. It’s one of those super locking cat collars that looks like a ying yang sign that you have to pinch together to release.
I’m starting to suspect one of the dogs.
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