That nasty storm last weekend did some serious damage to the power in this region. In our particular town there were scattered outages and one area that was hard hit is Josh's school. They had no power or phone since Saturday and therefore no school today or yesterday. This morning I drove by to see if there was any chance of school tomorrow and there were a plethora of work crews over there getting things in order. I figured they had to get some juice into the building today or the wives of Stepford would rise up and start a riot with their perfectly manicured nails and tin foil highlighted hair. I can't even imagine how many bikini waxing appointments, botox injections and pedicures had to go by the wayside this week. A power outage around here is really bad for the service economy.
Point being here, in the past two days this is what Josh who has not had school has had to endure:
watching youtyube on my iphone in the waiting room while I got my stitches out at the dermatologist, going with me to my newspaper because I just really wanted to see everyone, feel like a grown up and say HI, eating with grandma at the rehab while I disappear to threaten to sue (kidding) the social worker at the rehab, watching tv in the visiting area with grandma while I attend grandma's "care planning meeting" conveniently held on day 10 of her rehab incarceration, watch me (but not really because the iphone still had a charge left in it) get adjusted at the chiropractor, watch youtube videos on my iphone while I go see the new new undead shrink who I am really glad I picked (how I picked him is a whole other story-for another day), Whole Foods! let's buy a gluten, dairy, dye free dinner yum, watch tv at dentist while I get another chipped tooth (I know, I know terrible teeth, they are all broken or fake) fixed and then finally I let the kid come home on his second day off and play a video game for a whopping hour before it was time to pick up Evan at his completely electrified school. And you know what? Josh barely complained, (yay iphone and youtube) which is totally true because my personal threshold for complaining is about a 1.03 on a scale of 1 to 10, and I didn't get frustrated by any complaining for even a second. I feel like I should buy him a toy or something, but then I'd just have to pick it up, (hahaha, like I clean! I am funny) so anyway that's not happening. Be real.
It looks like there will be school for Josh tomorrow, which he will be thankful for since my mission of the day is to visit with the architect of the replacement home in utopia. He was so into our little (huge) project that he actually asked if we would be interested in working out some kind of decorating deal with him. And me who got the short end of the stick when it came to decorating genes was like, HELL YEAH! DECORATE ME BABY!! So tomorrow I get to see what he picked. The only problem I foresee is that since I am about 2 inches taller than the architect and the husband is 12 inches taller than me, making him well over a foot taller than the teeny tiny architect, there is a possibility that some couches and chairs might be less than adequate for a guy with a 35 inch inseam who has bred the tall gene into each of his 3 male spawn. (The husband is 6'7")
I am despondent that Janet Jackson has cancelled her Saturday Night Live performance. Kidding! Ever since MJ got all freaky looking and then was accused of the unspeakable I have had my own little one woman boycott going on of all things Jackson. Sorry, Janet, you're too freaky (in real life too, Ms. Wardrobe Malfunction. Why???) by association.
Also, How 'bout that Spitzer? If I were his wife you could would have had to have killed me and propped my dead body up to get me on that podium, unless I had a hidden firearm up my sleeve and an ill conceived assassination plan in my head. Agghh, who am I kidding? If I was his wife, I would have been at the closest clinic getting tested for every STD known to man. Geeee-ROSS!!