Lis gave me and Mr. Moon new chickens for our anniversary. There they are, hanging up there in that picture on either side of the eggplant. I hate Christmas
(Thank you, Darling Billy)
but I do love Christmas ornaments. Cool ones. Not ones that come from Hallmark and say, "Baby's First Christmas!" or any of that shit.
Okay. I guess some of those can be cool but not as cool as chicken or eggplant ornaments which are so cool I don't save them for Christmas (which I hate) but I hang them up so I can look at them all year 'round. Those are hanging above the sink where I spend a lot of time and I also have a new old Seminole Indian doll that I got at an antique store in Fernandina Beach. She's the one on the left up there, smiling and missing an earring. Sorry, New Old Seminole Indian Doll. I don't know what happened to your earring but I love you even without it.
God. What a weekend.
I can't even remember it all. I can look in the refrigerator though and see leftover grouper and stewed tomatoes and leftover pork chops and leftover cube steak and leftover broccoli and cauliflower and leftover mashed potatoes and a container of hummus which has about enough hummus left in it to put on top of a cracker that an ant might bake in an Easy Bake Ant Oven. Or a chip that a gnat might fry in an Ant Fry Baby. So it would appear that I did quite a bit of cooking.
Also, a jar of Tabasco olives which is almost empty. And a laundry room full of laundry although even my failing memory seems to recall that I did a lot of laundry this weekend. I mean, A LOT!
On top of a proposal of marriage with ensuing celebration, various outings with all the siblings, the concert and a party on Saturday night, Mr. Moon going hunting and then returning, we went to Waylon's birthday party yesterday. It was an awesome birthday party in that there were no clowns, no face-painting, no jumpy house things, and no crap in general. There were about five kids there including the birthday boy. Here's what Gibson looked like with his party hat on.
Could you die of the cuteness? I could.
So here's what they did have at this party- a playground, a cake that Shayla made, pizza, chips, some delicious corn and bean salsa, and cold drinks. There were party hats which no one had to wear, a pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey that no one had to play, a picnic table, grandparents, great-grandparents and the most beautiful weather imaginable. Here's Waylon, pinning the tail on the donkey.
Yes it was.
Owen spent most of his time telling his Aunt Jessie and Vergil to come and play with him on the playground. Which they did.
I spent most of my time eating abandoned pizza which was just laying there waiting for someone to rescue it. And holding Gibson. And giving him pizza crust.
It simply couldn't have been a better party in my opinion. I wore a bra but no one would have cared if I hadn't.
Last night I made a fairly large supper and Lily and the boys came out and joined us because it was Jessie and Vergil's last evening here for awhile. That was pretty chaotic. I think Owen must have drunk a Red Bull or something. Gotten a double-shot at Starbucks when no one was watching. I almost fell on the poor little guy and smashed him. He wrapped his arms around my legs when I was walking into the dining room and I was not expecting that and it seemed like it took me approximately forty-five minutes to fall. I knew I was going to fall, I just had to concentrate on not doing it in such a way that I would crush my grandson or break myself. I sort of wish I had a video of that fall because it was the most controlled fall I think I ever had. I didn't hurt Owen one bit and I don't think I did much damage to myself either. Of course it was embarrassing because it's always embarrassing when we fall. It's like, for that one second (or forty-five minutes), gravity WINS! and gravity laughs like a demented evil clown.
Oh well. I have very little pride left at this point in my life.
So it was some weekend and Jessie and Vergil have hit the road and Mr. Moon has gone to work. He took Buster back to the vet because Buster tore off his bandages and his stitches are all messed up and his ear's looking weird. Will this never end? Is it ethical to put an old dog down due to ear fucked-uppedness?
Anyway, it's quiet here. Well, except for various roosters, mainly my own. I should go take a walk. I finally finished that book by John Irving.
It was okay. It wasn't the worst book I ever read. It would have been a lot better if Irving had cut out at least 70% of the redundancy. I mean, really.
Tomorrow is Election Day. I am so glad I already voted. Florida is having voting difficulties. IMAGINE THAT! So is Ohio. I am not a conspiracy theorist but one has to wonder...
I don't have one more thing to say about this election. You know how I feel. Oh, let me add one thing- Mitt Romney didn't realize until very recently that gay people have children and families.
All right. Is there anyone here I haven't offended yet? If so, just let me know and I'll do an addendum.
Happy Monday, y'all.