We went from singing hymns at Heaven's gates to wailing dirges at Hell's portals in less than a day. The Governor was up all night coughing. The VP is home sick, and my throat feels like I swallowed a cheese grater. However, as I am always on the lookout for the silver lining, I realized that being home sick is the only time I feel guilt-free about watching Looney Tunes all morning. So I've got that going for me. Which is good.
The VP has spent most of the morning on the computer setting up an eBay account. He's selling some stereo equipment which has been sitting in boxes in the basement for years. Stereo equipment which is now, inexplicably, stacked in the boys' bathroom. We'll probably lose some equity in the electronics when the boys start dumping wet towels on the boxes. But I'm charging extra for the inevitable smears of Justice League toothpaste.
Ah, I have been enlightened. He needed to weigh the boxes, and the only scale in the house is in that bathroom. Having been weighed, no word on why the boxes are still stacked next to the sink and bathtub.
Apparently we are going to use our new-found eBay wealth to finance our next family vacation. We are headed out to Crested Butte, CO for spring break this year. Skiiers, you ask? Why, no. The VP used to ski in his younger days, and The Senator has taken a couple of lessons at a near-by hill, but I have never skiied before.
Well, that is not exactly true. My sixth grade class took a field trip to a ski hill. I went down, if you can call nearly horizontal "down", the bunny hill a few times before the gym teacher talked me into trying the next steepest slope. I managed to make it to the bottom (by sliding on my butt most of the way) and then fell off the chair lift on the trip back up. Took off my skis and spent the rest of the day in the chalet. Haven't been back since.
Ooh - on a completely different note, frozen margarita mix (party leftover) feels very good going down the sore throat.
Where was I? Skiing. Yes. I may just have to give it another try. It's not like the lodge/chalet won't be there waiting for me. With a healthy supply of tequila.
Don't forget the joys of a good hot tub on a cold night.
Posted by: Sheriff Bart at February 7, 2006 06:16 PMYou should never, ever feel guilty about watching Looney Tunes.
With or without margaritas.
Posted by: aelfheld at February 7, 2006 06:43 PMHello. Long time reader, first time poster. My question is why do you keep the only scale in the boys bathroom?
Posted by: Cole at February 8, 2006 04:07 PMCole - If it was in my bathroom, I might be tempted to use it once in a while. Especially after consuming half a bucket of frozen margaritas. Better off where it is.
Thanks for the comment; it's always nice to know who is out there reading!
Posted by: Cathy at February 8, 2006 06:11 PM