Now If I Can Just Teach Owen To Do Pedicures...

It has been such a good day. I took a little walk this morning and then went to town to stay with my boys for a while. They are rascals, those boys! Well, sweet rascals. Owen wanted to play a game wherein he lassoed his brother's fat little legs and yelled out, "Yee-Ha!" Gibson was not amused.

And was also somewhat confused. 

Say what? 

I nipped that one in the bud. 

Later on, we were in Owen's room and he wanted to play Animal Town which means taking all of the stuffed animals and dolls out of the net hammock hanging above his bed which we did and then Gibson and I leaned back on them and got so cozy that I said, "Owen. Bring me a pillow and a cover and give me a foot massage."

The child actually went into the living room and brought back a pillow and a cover, and when I had arranged those things for Gibson's and my comfort, Owen proceeded to give me a foot massage. Okay, it was probably the shortest foot massage ever given and it mostly involved bending my toes but IT FELT GREAT and I told him he was the grandest grandson in the world and then he asked me to do The Little Piggies on his toes, which I did with various accents and it was all good. 

There was more, including outdoor playing, baby swinging, monkey and cheetah imitations, dirt-castle building, tomato plant watering, pretzel eating, book reading, puzzle doing and lots of conversations. 

I finally, after months and months, figured out what he was saying when I thought he was saying Megador. It is not Megador at all, but MegaSWORD. 

Phew. 

When I finally got it right he said, "That what I been saying!"

Oh. Well. Of course. 

Glad we cleared that up. 

After Papa got home to take over, I went to Publix and bought...wait for it...what do I always eat when Mr. Moon is out of town? Yes! Salmon! I am so excited. You have no idea. I'm going to cook it with dill and salt and pepper and lemon juice. That is all. Oh and spinach and mushrooms. With potatoes. 

Don't you wish you were eating supper at my house?

Okay. Did you see this?

Sue Everhart, Georgia GOP Chairwoman, Warns Of 'Free Ride' Gay Marriage Fraud

(Click on that headline to go to the article.)

I thought that was the most hysterical thing I've ever read. Or one of them, at least. These anti-gay marriage folks are pulling horseshit out of their own asses to rationalize their prejudice. She actually said in the article (if you don't feel like reading it) that ""You may be as straight as an arrow, and you may have a friend that is as straight as an arrow. Say you had a great job with the government where you had this wonderful health plan. I mean, what would prohibit you from saying that you’re gay, and y’all get married and still live as separate, but you get all the benefits? I just see so much abuse in this it’s unreal."

And then, to make it all even more unbelievable and yet, somehow completely expected, she said of gay sex, "If it was natural, they would have the equipment to have a sexual relationship." 

You know what I say to that? Her husband (if she has one- I have no idea) is probably not completely and utterly sexually satisfied. Or, hell, maybe he is. What do I know? And come to think of it, maybe Ms. Everhart isn't either.

But anyway, bless her little pearl-wearin' heart. Her pure, heterosexual heart and also, her pure heterosexual equipment. Call me a sentimental fool but I refuse to think of the body parts used in my own personal love-making as "equipment," which brings to my mind things like earth-movers and drills and chain saws. 

Mmmmm......

So anyway, I'm pretty tired and I did clean the poopy hay out of the henhouse and watered the impatiens in the hollow log and I think I've finally caught up on the laundry. I'm going to go cook that salmon and spinach and potatoes. I have some tzaziki sauce left over from Jessie's shower and I believe that will be right tasty spooned over all of it. I may be asleep by nine o'clock tonight and that is fine. It has been, as I said, a very good day and I picked some violets and some wisteria and some honeysuckle and put them on the sort-of altar table in the hallway.

I also discovered the first bamboo shoot sticking up in the side yard and took great pleasure in kicking it over because it makes such a nice, crisp sound when I do. It's ON, y'all. On like Bing Bong, as Uncle Si on Duck Dynasty might say. The bamboo-kicking games shall now begin. 

I'll clean that refrigerator tomorrow. I swear and promise and vow.

Yours truly and no foolin'...Ms. Moon