Life is back to normal at The Outpost. Hoocher is healing nicely. (Thank you, Joan) The Governor is feeling better. I didn't need to take his temperature; I knew he was fine when he threatened to eat all the light bulbs in the house. Most parents would think that's the fever talkin'. If you're The Governor, that's just a routine thought shared over cornflakes.
The Governor turns three this weekend, and The VP and I are debating on how to celebrate. We toyed with the idea of the traditional cake, ice cream, and Pin the Tail on the Donkey. The Gov would probably enjoy the day more if we had blood smoothies and played Smash the Car Headlights with a Mallet. Tough call.
Tomorrow I'm taking the boys shopping at the mall. No stroller for The Gov this time.
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Keep the food and water coming through the tubes, unless the damage to the shopping center is more than my personal umbrella liability policy. Then you may pull the plugs and auction my organs on eBay to the highest bidder. Just leave enough of my body so the crack Russian embalmers can put me on display for the rest of eternity.
I think it's time for a nightcap. Where's the Bombay Sapphire?
Posted by Cathy at April 13, 2005 10:51 PMGood to hear about Hoocher.
Mmmmmm, Sapphire.....I think I'm out too. Damn.
Posted by: Kevin at April 13, 2005 11:54 PMI'm glad that Hoocher's on the mend.
Please extend my wishes for a happy birthday to The Governor. For you, I'd suggest laying in a good supply of liquor. ;-)
Posted by: aelfheld at April 14, 2005 08:54 AMI've scanned the news reports and there's nothing about a mall collapsing, so I'm going to just assume that everything went OK. The stroller is both a blessing and a curse. I tend to get frustrated by the leisurely pace my 4-year-old sets when I don't make him sit in the shopping cart. I don't take him to the mall at all if time is of the essence -- which means, of course, I rarely go to the mall...
Posted by: Joan at April 14, 2005 06:13 PM