Thank you to Emmy, my sister, Jeff, and yes, even you, Geoffrey, for all the suggestions on how to unplug The Governor.
He has been unplugged.
The nurse at his clinic suggested trying another suppository before we brought him in to be seen. The effects of this second heinie missile were far-reaching. When the dam broke...well, let's just say after breaching the diaper barrier and then his jeans, his formerly captive stools were dripping off of his toes. Hope you've already eaten breakfast. (There's a great Whizzo Chocolate Company joke in here, but I'm too tired to make it.)
The bright side of my weekend was a party held by one of my neighbors. Lots of great food, lots of beer and wine, and a really fun bunch of women. Pillars of the community by day...hard-core merriment-seekers by night. I was impressed. I might have to start venturing out a little more. Thanks, Tiffany, for hosting. You should get Andy to leave town more often.
Soccer tonight with the Freak League. Painful. Just painful. We played the Hungarian nationals and they kicked our asses. The loss itself wasn't so awful; it was the sideline whining and coaching and complaining from my own team. I'm not sure I'm going to make it the whole session.
Back to the grindstone tomorrow, which for us here at The Outpost will include preschool and trying to manipulate my neighbor into throwing another party.
Have a great week.
Posted by Cathy at January 4, 2004 09:59 PM