Oh, I am exceedingly vexed this morning. I had great plans to embed a video from yesterday’s lunch at Tijuana Flats where Mr. CPQ tasted ghost pepper salsa for the first time.
It was amusing.
It was blog-worthy.
It was an opportunity to poke fun at my husband.
It got erased in the process of transferring it from my phone to the computer.
So just close your eyes and imagine hearing my cackling laughter while Mr. CPQ’s face turns beet red, his head sweats, and he jokes about never needing to take Claritin again.
We had a blessedly quiet weekend which was welcome after last week’s craziness. We cleaned the garage out Saturday morning and tossed stuff that we don’t want to see in the new house
that we haven’t located yet because we haven’t put our own up for sale because it takes us a sweet forever to get off the dime and then I spent most of Saturday afternoon processing registrations for an upcoming conference. The software I use to process the registrations has been a little buggy and has threatened to send me off the ledge on more than one occasion, but something clicked on Saturday and I was able to do a lot of work without any error messages which, truly, is a miracle on par with Moses parting the waters.
Sunday was church and lunch and the boys scattered to friends’ houses and I sat on the couch and got sucked into watching Superman I and II for the first time and asking Mr. CPQ questions such as “If Superman came from Krypton, wouldn’t kryptonite be helpful to him rather than harmful since it’s from his natural environment?”
It’s times like these that I usually get the “Oh, you poor little jungle girl” look.
And an eye roll.
Today’s the last day of track for the boys so I’m going to be running a few little errands and getting stuff organized for the next month of track out. The boys are asking what we’re going to be doing and where we’re going to go and right now I don’t have any concrete plans other than a couple of field trips with Gretchen and Heather. I’m sure we’ll figure something out and have a grand adventure or two.
Because if we don’t, I won’t be the only one exceedingly vexed.
Have a nice day.