This afternoon a giant package showed up on my doorstep and why NO it WASN'T a surprise present from my thoughtful husband away on his business trip, it was for (I think) the previous tenant. Is the mailman reading my blog? We get a lot of mail for [many different] old tenants. Most of it is junk and I toss it, but if it looks important I scribble on the envelope and put it back in the mailbox. Can't do that with a package, though. I will be calling the landlord in the morning and seeing if Previous Tenant has a current phone number. Let it be known I am doing my part for mis-delivered packages!
It was sunny this morning for the first time in ages, so we packed ourselves into the stroller and went for a nice long sweaty walk. The stroller has developed an inconsistent squeak, like sometimes it doesn't make any noise and other times it sounds like I am beating one of my children and everyone on the trail is turning to look at us. So I thought about buying Phillip a double jogging stroller for Father's Day. You know, I haven't been running since I hurt my foot. It's all better now, as far as I can tell, and I briefly considered picking up the running habit again last week, but then I remembered: Hawaii. What if I bust my foot again? I can't be gimping around Hawaii! OBVS I need to take it easy! (Bummer!) But I actually sort of miss it. And I really think I would JOG while using a jogging stroller. I do! So that's back on one of the burners. Not necessarily a FRONT burner, but definitely not the BACK burner.
And Phillip is gone again, which means I haven't washed the dishes and I attempt to spend all of our waking hours with friends, by which I mean MY friends who just happen to have children. I strongly recommend finding yourself some friends who 1) feed your children and 2) beg you to stay until all the kids are ready to crash into bed. Good times! And when I got home I called my husband and I can't believe I'm saying this, but all this work nonsense could turn out half decent. Maybe even better. I'll believe it when I see it, of course, but it was nice to have some good news. Blog Assignment: Cross fingers!
Oh, and now it's pouring again. That's the nice thing about skylights. It's easy to decipher levels of rainyness.
I keep thinking about our trip next week, and how it's 85 degrees in Honolulu and how fan freaking tastic it was the first time we went, right before we got pregnant with Jack. My friend is FROM Hawaii - lots of Hawaii kids head to the mainland for college - and we were sort of set up by a mutual friend because we both needed a summer roommate after freshman year. It was the best time, you guys, and we lived together every summer after that. (I just realized that sounded kind of strange. See, we were in the Non-Denominational College Fellowship, in which it was a given that you would live on campus in a DORM, which is why I lived in a DORM until I GRADUATED, OMG. With a different roommate every year!) ANYWAY. The day my friend moved back to Hawaii was a sad one indeed, and I bawled the entire way home from the airport. Sorry, freeway drivers!
All that to say: I AM VERY EXTREMELY SUPER DUPER EXCITED.
Man, I am all over the place tonight, huh?! And I should probably go to bed. Last night I didn't go to bed until midnight because 1) Phillip is not here and 2) I hadn't seen the last two episodes of Friday Night Lights and YOU GUYS. THIS SHOW. I mean, I've always loved this show, but I didn't think getting rid of half the characters and moving Coach Taylor to East Dillon would make it BETTER. But all the girl characters I kind of hated went off to college and all the boy characters I loved are still around and I watch that show knowing that Kyle Chandler is an actor, I KNOW, but I have to think he is a Texas high school football coach who also acts in a TV show about Texas high school football. I mean, HE IS COACH TAYLOR. And same goes for 99% of the other actors on that show. SWOON. I don't know if it's the acting or the writing or the way it's filmed or what, but someone needs to give that sweetheart Matt Saracen a freaking Emmy THAT'S WHAT. SOB.
(When Phillip gets home we are starting up Modern Family and Burn Notice. Oh Michael Weston! I've missed you!)
Okay. Yeah. Just skip this one. Sorry if you got this far. LATER.