Well, the Old Housewife had an okay day. It was especially fine once I picked up Owen and brought him home. All of a sudden the boy's language usage has exploded. He's gone from hardly putting two words together to speaking in endless sentences.
It's so cool.
Mostly I love it because we know what he's thinking. He chatters like a monkey and if you don't understand him and repeat back what we think he's said but it's wrong, he says, "No, no, no," as if he's disgusted with our ability to communicate in the English language.
He and I took a nap and the we got up and waited for Bop to come. Once Bop got here, Mer was no longer needed. He actually told me to leave the guest room so he could play Hai-Ya! with Bop and also, to close the door behind me. I told him I would if he gave me a hug. He gave me a hug. I left and closed the door.
Hai-Ya!-larity ensued, I am sure.
I have always said that I belong to the bribe-and-distract school of motherhood. I find it works fairly well as a grandmother too.
So it was a pretty simple day and I didn't begin a career and I can't say I cleaned anything either. Hell, I didn't even cook anything. We're going to eat leftovers for supper.
I have been craving plain old vanilla cake. You know- white cake. Maybe the kind the bakery makes. I looked for some at the Publix but the closest thing they had was St. Patrick's Day cupcakes with green icing. The woman putting them out said, "It's that time of year again!"
"To eat green unnaturally green food?" I asked her.
She laughed. I did not buy any cupcakes or anything else from the bakery department either but I sure did think about it. I could make a cake but I don't want to. Then we'd eat it. It is not a good habit to get into- that dessert thing. Maybe I should start making Jello. Jello is always fun. Especially with canned mandarin oranges in it and whipped cream on top. Especially that whipped cream that comes spraying out of the can.
Damn! What is wrong with me? I am craving junky junk food. Jello? Really? I don't know. It just sounds so good. I'm not too worried. Sometimes it sounds like a really good idea to shoot the dogs too but I refrain. It's not the thoughts that are evil, it is the doing.
Or at least in my religion. Like Jimmy Carter, I too have lust in my heart at times. At my age it's more like lust for white cake than for a man but I'm not dead yet, either. I figure that's just human and not a sin. If it is a sin, we'll all be going to hell and that's just the damn plain truth.
Which brings us back to white cake. I could EAT a piece of Publix plain white cake with Publix plain white icing on it. A really big piece. But I won't. I would if had it but I don't. Instead I'll eat some leftover pizza I made the other night that has about fifteen different sorts of vegetables on it and some venison sausage and not a lot of cheese. The crust has flax seed in it.
Oh yeah. I'm wild.
You know what else would taste good? A big ol' bowl of instant chocolate pudding. With spray whipped cream all over it.
Wow. There has got to be something wrong with me.
Shit. Now I really want chocolate pudding.
And I swear- I have not been smoking dope. Maybe I'm having dope-smoking flashbacks. Or I'm entering my second childhood.
Whatever. Friday night in Lloyd where the only place you can buy any sort of anything is the truck stop or the Subway. They probably sell Twinkies down at the truck stop. Let me think.....
No. I am not craving Twinkies.
Okay. I better go heat up that pizza.
I sure hope y'all are having as much fun as I am!