I honestly have no idea what’s gotten into this week, but it’s askew. And blurry.
Me: I think I’ll …
This Week: Actually, you’ll …
Me: Okay, but then …
This Week: No.
No, of course it’s not me. I’m right as rain.
Rain. I love rain.
It rained a lot here this week. It made me happy, except on Monday, when I took the interstate to the weird split where Pennsylvania meets Delaware and lefter is better, LEFT LEFT LEFT! The slopes of the left lanes were floody and my car was whooshy and my nerves screamed under my skin. When I parked, the skies closed.
On Tuesday, I needed red meat and in a particularly pleasant turn of events, my husband had already thought takeout sounded good, so he brought home noms.
We watched Nightmare on Elm Street and ate takeout at the coffee table.
Zero trick-or-treaters came to the Mottern house, even though The Mister bought FOURTEEN bags of candy.
Wednesday I thought I’d go to the store and clean house before Bubba showed up, and then The Mister said he wanted to go.
“You want to go? To the store?”
seriously, what is goin on?!?
So we went to the store together and I did not clean house and Bubba arrived and we yayed and played.
I thought I’d clean house yesterday, but I had to do some midday sleepin first, cause thank you, Five Am. When I woke up, I found out the young people were comin to the house and I needed to drink Pepsi and eat Milky Way bars way more than I needed to vacuum, so Bubba and Kiki and I sat in the dirty house and chatted before off they went to eat a late lunch because I had a pot of chili on the stove, of course.
Alone in the house, high on sugar and a whopping 35 milligrams of caffeine, I cleaned to spotless perfection. Moo came home, Bubba and Kiki returned, I picked Sassy up, Simon arrived.
We had a great night! Sassy and I agreed that was a lot of peopling on such short notice, but what a great night!
Y’all, I cannot tell I cleaned. Is too messy to see the clean.
This week has been askew, I tell ya. The disappointments I did not mention were made up for by more unexpected joys, pleasures, treats, and kindnesses, also not all mentioned.
Outside, the sun shines. Bubba plucks his guitar. Simon snores on my floor.
It’s really important to remember that our hopes and plans, big and small, are sometimes in the way of BETTER stuff.
This week did not go as I planned, not even once. The results were spectacular.
The best blurs out the rest.
Happy Friday Everyone!