So I take 14 little girls under 3rd grade camping for the weekend and the shit hits the Van…Literally.
I took the girls to camp and had a blast. We scared them, they tried to scare us. They got to put make-up on the first one to sleep and we tye dyed with kool-aid and make God’s eyes.
First phone call from hubby was “Do you know where Bubba is?” Why yes darling, he is home with you. “No Bubba is missing!! He is not here!” Where in the heck did he go? To see his girlfriend?
Second phone call was “Your mom’s dog escaped and I had to chase her for almost a mile while Bubba didn’t stop to help when her mom was dropping him off.”
Third call was “The good news I got the 200X running, the bad news is, I broke it.” HUH?
Fourth call was “What year is the van?” For what? I don’t know off the top of my head. “The back window got blown out.” HUH?
The minute I got home ya know what happened? My mom’s dog got out and tried to go play on the railroad tracks and in traffic. I, with a MASSIVE Migraine, bubba and the girls chased the damn dog down for about 45 minutes and vowed to duck tape it to the tree. That didn’t happen (no duct tape promise I couldn't find it).
Because we chased her down so my mom wouldn’t cry, we missed going to the movies. Needless to say, my weekend was so busy, I need a vacation (without my cell phone)!!
Maybe this week, I will get around to Spring cleaning seeing how we are having dinner at my house for Easter and that is Sunday. Oh yeah, the easter bunny needs to go shopping too.
Hope your's was better.
1 comment:
Glad to see you back. I was beginning to wonder what happened. Sounds like you had a great weekend.
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