Hurray!

Okay. So I live in Florida. And I sweat like a beast. Seriously. A menopausal hotflashing beast. And I can't find Tussy deodorant any more. Tussy deodorant works for me and has worked for me since the first day I ever used deodorant.
TMI?
So what?
This is a public service announcement.
I've tried the Tom's. I've tried the Arm and Hammer. I've tried others. None of them work. At the island last weekend I found an old Tussy roll-on with a few drops of moisture in it. I used it. It worked.
I looked up Tussy online. I found it through Amazon. I ordered a three- pack. The shipping and handling cost more than the deodorant. So what? I'm excited.

Hurray!

Here's another cool thing- I went to town today to find Jason a birthday present. Since he's going to be fishing with Mr. Moon this weekend for the Big Bend Classic Tournament (and this may well be the last one ever- who knows?) I decided to get him one of those nice Columbia fishing shirts with all the vents and pockets. Sort of like this dude is wearing:


I know Bealls carries them so I raced over there. I found the shirt I wanted. It was 30% off and then there's that lovely senior discount- another 15%. Hurray! I took it to the gift wrap lady who checked me out and then, while I used the fine bathroom next door to the gift wrap window, wrapped that shirt FOR FREE! By the time I'd peed, the shirt was wrapped.
Now is that cool or what?
I felt like I'd accomplished something BIG!

Hurray! Again!

Isn't it nice when things like that happen? And everyone was so nice. I guess because I'm elderly and shit.

Then I went and got Owen and we played and played. This was fun but I did discover, while on the floor with my grandson, that my house is dirtier than I even dreamed. Oh my god! It's filthy! And I have company coming. Maybe tomorrow! What to do? Clean like a crazy woman or just ignore the whole issue and try to make do with clean sheets and fried cobia, fresh tomatoes and martinis?
Dang.
Tough choice, wouldn't you say? And Owen will be back tomorrow so it's not like I really have much time...
That's a good excuse, right?

Okay. I suppose I better go at least strip that bed and pick up Owen's toys from today's play. I wish you could see how big he's getting, how strong.
Well, since you asked:

He is taking steps but he doesn't know he's doing it yet. But his balance is amazing. So is his sense of direction. He crawled all the way through the house from the kitchen to my bedroom looking for me while Lily was here. She followed behind him. This doesn't sound that impressive but believe me- adults get lost getting from the kitchen to my bedroom. It's a long and winding road. And he found me! He found his grandmother.

He also found his toy xylophone which Harley from next door had given him. It was on a shelf in his granddaddy's den and he played and played it and sang like an opera singer, stopping now and then to turn around and look at Lily and me to get our approval. We clapped and cheered ("Hurray!") until about the oh, fifteenth time at which point we were like, "Yeah. Good job, Owen. Now go find your balloon."
Which he did. And popped. He'd never popped a balloon before and was delighted with the results before I snatched them away so we wouldn't suck them down his windpipe.
I swear, I think I had more fun with that boy in three hours than I had all weekend on Dog Island. Is that wrong? I hope not.

Well. Off to start cleaning! Seriously. I am. It's been a good day. I ordered deodorant, I got my son-in-law a present and had it wrapped as easy as pie and I played with my grandson.
At my age- that's about as good as it gets.

Hurray!