Well, I screwed the pooch this evening.
Mr. Moon called me to tell me that he was with Jason and Owen and they were going to come to the house and get the trailer and go pick up Lily's van to take to someone in Havana (Florida, not Cuba) for repairs. This was about 4:30 this afternoon and I knew that meant he would NOT be around for martini hour and who knew when supper should be ready.
Projects like this take approximately eighteen times more time than you think they'll take.
And effort but that's not my problem.
Anyway, Mr. Moon needs a new phone. It only works on speaker for the phone part of it (remember when we bought phones to call and talk to people?) and I, forgetting this despite the fact that just yesterday when he called me he said, "And don't cuss because I'm on speaker phone," responded to his plan with the words, "Are you FUCKING KIDDING ME?!"
And Mr. Moon said, "Uh, your grandson is right here."
Yes. I cuss like a sailor. I have a terrible case of potty mouth. I swear and I profane and I take god's name in vain and I like it! But I try so hard not to do it in front of my grandkids and I have been pretty successful with that for the most part.
So I apologized, on speaker phone, and to be quite honest I didn't feel that bad about it. It had to come to light at some point that Mermer's favorite word is fuck in all of its glorious forms and usages.
A little while later I was in the kitchen down on the floor, trying to sort through and rearrange my pots and pans cabinet to make room for my new glorious Le Creuset when Owen came through the kitchen door, grinning at me.
"I'm sorry," I said. "But the truth is, I have a terribly filthy mouth."
He just laughed. And when I stood up he hugged me tight.
His other grandmother is a good Christian church-going woman so she can be the good example. I'll be the bad.
The rest of the day has been fine as could be. Took a walk, went to town, returned some earrings that Mr. Moon gave me for Christmas because although they are beautiful they are not me at all. He was cool with that. He really did go overboard this year in a big way. I looked all around the jewelry store and it's a beautiful establishment with very fine pieces of all descriptions but what I decided to do was to get a gold chain that I could put a small diamond pendant on that he gave me twenty-five years ago. It had a chain of course but in the last few years it has become too small. Not only have I grown fat, I have also inherited the puff adder neck of my people. So I haven't worn the pretty diamond in years and I have been wanting to.
And then I went to a different Publix, not my own, which is more like a city than the little village Publix I usually go to and so that was an experience and then I came home and did all of my household chores and have made room for all of the pots and pans in my cabinet.
And...I just got a phone call from my husband. The plan has changed! He is now going to come home and take the van to Havana tomorrow.
I could not be more pleased.
He just pulled up in the driveway. Friday night shall resume as usual.
How I love my routines. In fact, I fucking LOVE my routines.
Happy Friday, y'all.