Waking up this morning and seeing stacks of dirty dishes, empty wine bottles, and the house in a general state of disarray made me smile. We had a very busy weekend here at the outpost. Lots of company, lots of fun. I was rather disappointed to wake up and discover Monday had arrived. I could swear we were shorted one full day this weekend.
After the company left last night, we allowed The Senator to make a fort out of the cushions on the livingroom sectional and the coffee table. This morning, in an attempt to uncover our original living conditions (not unlike an archaeological dig) I was picking up cushions and discovered the motherload. I called National Geographic to come take pictures.
The Senator had raided the M&Ms and had an enormous pile of them sitting in the middle of his fort. On the tan carpet. No bowl, no napkin. Ant fodder. Mouse bait.
There are some days when I think that boy could rule the world, and other days when I think "Fries with that, Ma'am?" is going to play a prominent role in his future career.
I sat down with a half opened bottle of wine and ate the M&Ms.
Naw, not really. That's sick.
Five or six years ago...perhaps.
Oh Sh*t! The Governor is already awake. 70 minute nap. It's going to be a wild afternoon.
Before I forget...a big "Hello" to Dean Esmay. Every time I see your name, I mentally thank you for helping me get set up here on Moveable Type. I appreciate it more than I can express. And I really enjoyed your post on your favorite words.
Posted by Cathy at August 25, 2003 01:12 PMM&Ms on the tan carpet...LOL (sorry). It made me think of my little artist using several color markers and the off-white walls leading upstairs as his canvas...
Posted by: Jeff at August 26, 2003 08:34 AM