Tuesday, December 3, 2013
Time To Get Bad Santa Out
I have just made a huge pot of soup which contains everything from turkey (of course) and rice to creamed corn and tomatoes and roasted squash and yellow squash and green beans and a potato left over from our supper at the coast the other night.
I stopped myself from throwing in the hushpuppy that came home with us too.
And I still have more turkey and more broth which are now in the freezer.
It was a long day and I survived getting my teeth cleaned and I had a rather odd experience there, at the dentist's office but I don't think I want to talk about it because it involves some rather personal information involving my dental hygienist. I mean, it was all fine. It was just one of those things that after it happens you think, "Did that really happen?"
Well yes, yes it did.
I do like my dental hygienist, by the way.
The most fun thing I did all day was watch Owen break into his house. Lily's car broke down and she walked home from where it was with the boys and then she realized she didn't have her house keys and so when I got there, I suggested we shove that skinny little monkey through the kitchen window to let us in.
His eyes got big and he said, "I don't think I can do that."
I said, "Oh, Owen, of course you can. You'll be the hero! The SUPER hero!"
And he did it. Lily hoisted him up and he slid through and landed in the sink and made his way to the floor and walked to the door and unlocked it.
He was so proud of himself. Plus- he learned a new skill!
Anyway, here I am and Mr. Moon will be home soon and it's what? Three weeks before Christmas and Lily and Jason's van is going to take a shit ton of money to fix and my husband's dental problem is going to take an even bigger shit ton of money to fix and what can you do? Just keep making soup, just keep holding on and Christmas is for the kids anyway. Owen has huge expectations but Gibson would be happy receiving a box of rocks. I swear.
Ho-ho-fucking-ho, as I am wont to say this time of year. When I was in the grocery store, the Muzak informed me that it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with YOU!
Gonna be eighty degrees here by the end of the week so I think they were lying but jing, jing, jingaling anyway.
Love and Season's Greetings!