I forgot to do a post last night. I was stuck at school until 8:30 trying to make a DVD out of school pictures, and it wasn’t working well. Dang it - my tech guy is sick!
No good stories today. Sorry, all.
He was here, but now he’s gone….
To prove that Brad was really here, I offer you this montage of his visit. ‘Bye, Brad. Have fun at school this week. We’ll miss you.
Bringing giant tulips from Amsterdam. (And Pepsi made with real sugar, which we forgot to sample. Dang it.)
The hard-working siblings – what a team!
We ran into two models at the airport! Wheee-whooo! (That’s a whistle.)
A fine, fine day
Our Saturday was spent with the Royuks and Pesters, and it was a very fine day. Brad and Beth did some surprise yardwork for their mom (I won’t spoil their telling of the story, though), then Harold and Beth did some yard work at their house, and then their Mom & Dad made a delicious dinner for all. Lloyd was around for these activities, but we made sure he kept his heart rate down. The most work we allowed him to do was push Tara on the swing, which he did well. All in all – a fine, fine day!
Surprise!!
First of all – Happy Birthday, Phil!!!! And to the Gebhardts, Happy Cinco de Mayo!Â
We heard from a little birdie that our gardener would be making a surprise visit! He’s here! We even cleaned his room! Brad’s here for his niece’s confirmation on Sunday and, of course, to check on our garden.Â
Lloyd fell asleep early, so he missed Brad’s arrival around 11 p.m.  Brad said, “Dang it. Oh, well, it’s for the best. I wanted to sneak in in the middle of the night and just be here when you woke up.” Yeah, that would have been funny, except for the part where I would have stabbed the stranger sneaking around our house in the night because I was afraid to wake up Lloyd and raise his heart rate. Yeah, would have been funny.
Welcome, Brad! Thanks for bringing the thunderstorms.
Wait for it….
WordPress, the people who put this blog stuff together, was down last night, so I couldn’t make a post. Tomorrow’s post should be awesome. In the meantime, share with us a kareoke (sp?) song that you would be willing to sing, and under which circumstances.
Tears from heaven
My whole life all I ever wanted was a teardrop trailer. The Trailer Fairy told me that if I was good enough, smart enough, and pretty enough, I could have one. I ain’t got one yet.
Teardrop trailers are impossibly tiny. They are just big enough inside for a mattress, a cupboard for your underwear, and six hours’ worth of air. These things have plagued me on HGTV, driving by on trailers, and in my dreams. I’ve only known them from theory and the internet. But on Saturday, driving back from Columbus, they actually had one!!! Actually, they had two – one was inside the little car/trailer store. I had to take pictures, of course! The camper inside the building had a beer tap, definitely the one we need, don’t you think? Please, Trailer Fairy, please!!
