Can We Call It Friday Yet

Lord it was a busy, hot day. Lily and Jason had Waffle Thursday this morning and invited Billy and Shayla and Waylon and they invited me too and well, who could pass up a chance to go to Waffle Thursday when there would be babies and loved ones to hug?

Waylon and his mama. Suddenly he has popped out about five teeth, gotten about a foot longer, started to crawl and pull up. I mean, like, in one day. Way to go, Waylon Dude!



He was sitting on his daddy's lap and got one of Jason's drumsticks which was fine until

he got all Ninja with it and tried to cut off Billy's head with his flying Ninja Drumstick.

Owen worked on the new car his Aunt Brenda gave him. At one point both the boys were working on the car. It was like looking into a crystal ball. Owen and Waylon get along quite well for two such young guys. Of course they've known each other their entire lives. Lily and Shayla's pregnancies coinciding so closely was one of the most beautiful things ever and I have a feeling those boys are going to be BFF's and get into all sorts of great and terrible troubles.
I just hope their parents survive.

Lily and I ran errands, I got home and hustled up a supper and then went to the Opera House for rehearsal. Our Sylvia had to step down from the play due to legal matters involving a divorce (and I am sure there is a long story there but I don't know it) and Marcy called another girl she knew and let me tell you something- this girl. Oh my. This girl. She came, she read, Jan and I peed in our pants, we offered her the part and she wanted it.
There is going to be no directing in this play. Just sitting back in awe.
Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes.

I drove home in a good mood to discover that all the lights were out in Lloyd. I think the power company is getting us in shape to weather (haha!) a hurricane and the inevitably resulting power outages. No. Actually there was a huge dark wind that came through the county tonight, bruising the sky black and practically giving flight to the trees and little skitters of rain. Something fell on a line somewhere.

Mr. Moon greeted me with a flashlight and we played a rousing game of cards on the back porch. He won. But barely. And just as we were about to go find the battery-operated fan the lights flickered and then came back on.
So we have lights. We have internet. We have air conditioning.

I went outside to see if I could get a picture of the moon but it had gone behind a cloud to hide and so I got this one instead:

My kitchen door. With the porch light on.

I came in, turned out the porch light and locked the door.

Night, y'all. Sleep well, sleep comfy, sleep cool.

And if you haven't been here tonight, go immediately and just laugh your ass to sleep.

Love....Ms. Moon