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been acting crazy of late. My comment link is missing and some pictures come and go. If you missed the snapshot of me in my new Speedo bathing suit, it is not my fault, blame Blogger.
Sneedlet One is here with me until Sunday, while the lovely Mrs. Sneed and daughter Sneed are attending some sort of counseling conference in Phoenix. They are driving and it is about a four hour trip to the conference site. I'm betting it takes them at least six hours to find the joint. Mrs. Sneed once drove us right by San Diego and up to the international border crossing with Mexico at Tijuana, before she realized that she had missed an entire city. She said she never saw San Diego. There's no telling where they will end up.
Sneedlet and I just came home from the grocery store, where we laid in the supplies that we are going to need for the weekend. We bought some strawberry yogurt, Scooby Doo yogurt drinks, juice, animal crackers, frozen waffles, broccoli (mine), frozen mini pizzas and some cookies.
We got his dinner at the "turkey a tatos" store, Boston Market. So, I can truthfully say that not every meal he ate in my care was fried.
I was thinking about what i could do to entertain us while the lovely Mrs. Sneed is away and I thought I had a great plan. Unfortunately, I just learned the hard way that strippers won't perform at your house when there is a three year-old present, even if you double tip them. They should put that on the flyer. I told Brandee and her escort Snake, that Sneedlet was a mature three year-old, but it was no go. Maybe we can just rent a movie or something instead.
All right so that last part is a lie. At the moment there are toys everywhere and he just keeps finding more and more of them. I'm guessing that by Sunday, I will be mental.
On the upside, we have the air conditioning cranked down to meat locker temperature since the lovely Mrs. Sneed isn't home to make us turn it off.
We also have important, local global-warming news. Here in our fair city, we seem to have missed spring altogether. It has gone from cold to hot with no cool interlude to remind us of why we endure the blast furnace summers.
I saw a woman standing on a corner, in the hot noontime sun, holding up a war protest sign and yelling at the passing cars. Now, that is commitment. I can't think of anything that would motivate me to stand in the sun holding a sign. Got to admire her spunk, even though I don't see the point.
Dateline: Our Fair City, 2230 15 March 2007.
The kid is still awake and shows little interest in going to sleep. A special thanks goes out to daughter Sneed who presided over his nap this afternoon, knowing full well that she wouldn't be here to deal with the freaking insomniac.
Dateline: Our Fair City, 2245 15 March 2007.
The lovely Mrs. and daughter Sneed just called to say that they had made it to their hotel safe and sound and in a record three hours time. I guess I take back my prediction.
Oh great, the kid is demanding a snack now, so I'll have to attend to that.
Merle.
Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky
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4 comments:
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The Sneedlet is adorable. I love feeding my friend's kids all kinds of junk. I buy Fluff and whipped cream and five kinds of ice cream and syrups, and let them make their own super sundaes. They go home with their clothes stuck to their skin with sugar.
I just am like a zombie when they drag out toys and scream a lot, I just go into "I don't care" mode. or I scream along.
I am now 18 miles North of NYC and there is probably 7 inches of snow on the ground and it is still coming down. I love snow.
UPDATE: still snowing.
St Patricks Day (and St. Gertrudes day) UPDATE:
twenty something degrees and currently a slow icy drizzle is falling from sky.
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