The 5:00 news last night announced another snow cancellation for today. Approximately fifteen minutes later, the phone rang. It was my dear Mr. CPQ calling to check in on me. I asked if he was on his way to an after work engagement but he said he was coming straight home because when he heard that school was going to be closed, he knew he’d need to come home to administer a tranq dart.
I’m choosing to believe he came home for me and not the season premiere of LOST.
Speaking of lost, if you don’t hear from me tomorrow, send out a search expedition to make sure I haven’t slid into a ditch. My cabin fever has reached critical levels and I’m loading the kids up to take them out for lunch and some wandering time at Target.
The kids don’t know yet, but before we can taste the delights of Target, we have to stop at the dentist. You might question why I, of all people, am risking life and limb to get to the dentist’s office, but it took me three years to get all the boys on the same six-month cleaning schedule and I’m not about to waste that primo scheduling slot. Besides, after A LOT of togetherness for the last five days, I’m looking forward to those thirty minutes of alone time in the waiting room while all three of them are in the chairs.
Nothing will keep me from this appointed round.
Have a nice day.