Our weekend went well. There was some rough travelling around the Savannah area as hard rain fell upon us. Vehicles were doing a mass exodus off every exit we passed while other smaller cars simply pulled off to the shoulder to wait it out. We trudged on at a nice 40 m.p.h until we made it through to the other side. After that, it was rather smooth driving.
The girls'...uh....father.....well, I just can't state too much because it could probably held against me in a court of law. I'm all about being a law abiding citizen. Now.
We made it back home late last night and I continued my love affair with 800 thread count sheets on top of the 400 thread count mattress topper. There should be a law against something feeling that good to sleep on.
I am gearing up for a busy few week, Internets. I have class (at night) this week. Not exactly sure why I am attending as I'm not teaching, must mostly sitting there. I just know I'll be sure to add the hours to my log sheet so I can work on getting that sweet little pendant when I reach 100 hours. I just keep repeating to myself..."It's to make my resume look good. It's to make my resume look good."
Paige heads to camp next week whilst the two youngest ones and myself head back to good ol' SC. I'm going so Mak can take swim lessons with all her friends she had to leave behind. I need to work on that house that is stilled turned upside down by frantic packing...almost a year ago. I've put it off long enough. I'm going to just start cramming stuff in garbage bags and be done with it. I've got a set of mattresses waiting at a friend's house and my grandmother has a headboard, foot board, and rails waiting at her house. And she's getting right testy about me getting it because she can't stand clutter of any type. It interferes with her comfort zone. I'm not looking forward to doing this, but I AM looking forward to having a decent place to sleep when I visit instead of a pull out couch. That does NOT have 800 thread count sheets AND comfy mattress topper.
Speaking of Paige. I must brag about her awesomeness. Her word, not mine. I told her I wanted a site counter on my blog so that you and I could see how many visits I was getting. I'm doing this because word has gotten back to me that certain people are visiting me on a regular basis. And NOT leaving comments.
Let me explain something to those of you who just visit. If you have something to say....then say it! The ultimate compliment to a blogger is a comment. We are sluts for comments for lack of a better way to say it. It validates our thoughts...even if you don't agree with what we say.
Enough of that.
Paige sat down with me and figured out how to do this counter thing. She hates sitting with me at the computer because she is at a higher operating level than I am. I'll admit it. I've never claimed to be a computer genius. I know just enough to be dangerous. To myself and the computer.
I'm pretty sure she's going to play around with it some more so you might see it flit around the screen before she gets it settled where she wants. Even then, I won't promise she'll leave it there for long.
And did I mention that my family is coming back for the 4th? Of July? Oh, joy! I gotta rush back and get the joint cleaned up quick like. My hubby will be here by himself for 5 days and I'm sure he'll go all bachelor-like and enjoy himself immensely. My house will more than likely become a fast food graveyard. Pizza boxes.....cheeseburger wrappers.....I will have to pick my way through upon my arrival back home.
Oh. This is for my brother. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE let Trinity come back with me for a couple days before you get here. I promise to keep her in one piece. She will only smell a tiny bit from being spoiled rotten.