Friday, May 30, 2014

Home Again, Home Again, Jiggity-Jig-Jig

Look who was at the airport to meet us last night!
They were so happy. So were we. Owen said, "Mer, don't go away for two weeks ever again."
I could not make that promise but if I do ever go away for two weeks again, it won't be for awhile.

This child is talking up a storm. Not always English, but his hand gestures make everything completely clear. 

We didn't get home until about midnight, exhausted, culture-shocked, and red-eyed.

The good news is that all of the animals are still alive.
The bad news, of course, is that all of the animals are still alive including Buster and Dolly and I started off my day cleaning up pee and poop.
Then I called Animal Aid to get an appointment for poor Maurice to get her "procedure" done on Monday. Tom cats are coming out of the woods everywhere and she is a nervous wreck.

Bless her little heart. Every time we moved last night she wanted to be petted. Mr. Moon actually removed her from the room at one point but she cried so piteously that he let her back in. He's so mean.

Instead of blue and green and teal and turquoise and green water I am looking at green, green, green. Man, we live in a verdant area.

Instead of Sergio asking what we want for breakfast I HAD TO MAKE OATMEAL! 
Jesus. No huevos Veracruzana, no huevos rancheros, no huevos con tortillas, no fruta y yogurt. 

I found a squash in the garden as big as Godzilla's man part and the peppers and eggplants are doing well and the tomatoes are not and I think the beans died and it's hard to find the plants for the weeds and who the fuck cares?

The baby chickens have grown up so much and are now 3/4 sized full-grown. I let them out of the coop and they beat it past Elvis and the sister-wives and I have no idea where they've gone but somewhere.

The laundry is going, the magnolias are blooming, it's overcast and not too hot and all-in-all, it is good to be back. I shall be going to Publix, doing laundry all day, mopping with vinegar and Fabuloso, getting myself back into this good life of mine.

I'm glad we went away, I'm glad to be back.

But damn, where IS Sergio? Mr. Moon just reported that the bottle of rum we brought back spilled into his suitcase. And that it was made in Cuba. Say what?

Anyway, we're back.

I hope all is well in your world, wherever that may be.

Happy Friday, y'all.

Love...Ms. Moon


  1. Once I saw that picture and read that first paragraph, I was a goner. So nice to go away and so nice to come back indeed. Where the hell IS Sergio?

  2. Oh my lord, those gorgeous sweet boys! How does your heart stand it?!

  3. as big as Godzilla's man part oh you made me snort my fruta y yogurt into my nose

    welcome home!

  4. Yay! Glad you're home. I hope not SO much of the rum spilled that you don't have any left to enjoy. Cuban rum sounds like it's probably pretty exotic in the states. (Doesn't that Bob Hope song, "Thanks for the Memories" have a line about "Cuban rum and towels from the very best hotels"??)

    Godzilla's man part! Ha!

  5. Welcome HOme Mer Mer.
    May your re-entry be smooth and soothing.

  6. Yes, it is culture shock. But it is good to be back too.

  7. Jill- Sergio is where he's supposed to be, I would imagine. As am I.

    Anegella- Mostly it barely does.

    Rebecca- I am so glad. When I talked to May on the phone I said that the squash was as big as Godzilla's dick but I tried to clean it up for the blog. I have no idea why.

    Steve Reed- Really? That's the line from that song? Awesome! No, not much leaked out. I am thinking about the fact that we transported illegal goods back to the states and we got expedited through every customs line and well...maybe I could have a new career, now that I'm old and no one would suspect me. Or...maybe not.

    Ms. Yo- It has been. Very good. Thank you, sweet lady.


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