{{{Ginger}}} I have no idea if you can stand to be hugged right now, but I'm still gonna do it virtually.
I hope the rest of the day is less stressful.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
{{{Ginger}}} I have no idea if you can stand to be hugged right now, but I'm still gonna do it virtually.
I hope the rest of the day is less stressful.
Moving! I just picked up the keys to my own apartment!
Woo hoo! Congrats, Amy!
And you guys know I left out hanging out at a nursing home and putting up shades and all the non-fun stuff, right?
I tried to register my car today. I did not succeed in registering my car. I went to the place that the website said to go to, and they said that I was at the wrong place -- for registering a car for the first time in Ohio, I have to go to a place out in the suburbs. I didn't have the patience for that, so I'm going to do it on Monday.
And you guys know I left out hanging out at a nursing home and putting up shades and all the non-fun stuff, right?
Let us think that at least one of us can live the life of leisure on the weekends. Be fabulous for us, Jesse! Don't ruin it with facts and stuff.
(((Ginger)))
I totally feel like staying in tonight, this always seems to happen when I have plans. If I had nothing to do, I'd probably be all mopey. I am just a contrarian. I need to get off my butt and make supper and get out the door.
(((Ginger)))
I'm going to see the original Muppet Movie tomorrow night, at one of the indie theatres that serves food & booze. I'm taking multiple handkerchiefs, because not only will I cry at "Rainbow Connection", but I will sob my eyes out at "I'm Going to Go Back There Someday".
We are camping, except not tonight. That makes total sense, right?
Tim's family decided that this summer, instead of going to the beach, we'd stay close to home and take an extra-long weekend and camp at a state park about an hour away (close to where I grew up, actually). So yesterday was the first camping day.
(Side note: we have several campsites for tents as well as 2 cabins. The park's website had no pictures of the cabins and only limited descriptions of what the cabins had, but we reserved them anyway, because Tim's dad won't camp in a tent at his age. And Tim and I took the other cabin because I need a bed for my back if I'm going to camp for 5 days. Anyway, they're NICE. Small -- about the size of a small RV -- but with a window a/c unit; a bathroom with shower, toilet, and sink; a kitchen with a full size fridge, gas stove, microwave, toaster oven, coffee maker, and sink; a bedroom with queen bed; and bunk beds and a pull-out loveseat in the "living room." But no one else is sharing the cabin with us, although we said we don't care if they do. It has, however, become the Official Bathroom for the group, as well as the Official Beer Refrigerator.)
Anyway. One of our very good friends is moving to NOLA, and her going-away party is tonight. We wouldn't miss it for the world, so we came back home to get cleaned up and change, and then we're going to the party and will just sleep at home tonight (which I am FINE with), and go back out to the campground tomorrow morning.
So it's a little weird and disjointed, but whatever.
I have to tell the story of what my Fun Ex Mike has done.
A few weeks ago his niece in NJ called him and asked if she could come see him in NYC and go to the mermaid parade. Alas, the parade had already happened. She was very sad and went on and on about how wonderful mermaids are. A normal uncle would have said "I'm sorry, sweetie, mermaids sure are cool, but the parade is over," and maybe sent her a Mermaid Barbie. Not Mike! Oh, no.
Mike called a professional mermaid he happens to know (Mike knows everyone) and arranged for her to go to NJ and swim with his niece for an hour. When he called to tell his niece about this, it turned into a party with 11 other little girls. Who could have foreseen that?! Apparently, not a man with no children of his own. So he arranged for all the little girls to get treasure chests filled with mermaid toys and gear as party favors, in order to take some of the pressure off the poor mermaid, who now has to swim with 12 girls instead of 1. Supposedly he doesn't have to supervise, but his sister and his mom are going to be "in charge" and those two are among the most flitterbrained incompetent people I've ever met, so I bet at least one of them will have a spectacular meltdown about an hour in.
He's the Best Uncle Ever, and I can't wait to hear this story.