Just thought I'd add a postette and tell you what I'm up to this very minute. I'm ::snicker:: blogging in Bunny's room, ::giggle:: while she's sleeping.
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Dude, when she reads this, the shit's gonna hit the fan. It'll take every bit of mommy posturing I can muster, to get a handle on the situation.
Rules, rules, rules. Our lives are governed by rules. Rules even after you die, if you believe the local dogma. But I digress.
Meanwhile, life is good in the Bean household. Our Bueller day was a lot of fun. BB was da bomb with all his chauffeuring and tour-guiding in San Francisco. He's lived in SF on occasion, so knew basically how to get around using just a tourist map. Pictures are forthcoming - it's hard to get private time in which to compose blog entries in the den, as I lamented previously. That's where the photos are. I mean, it's quarter to midnight and BB and the other adults are still fussing over an upload from Dad's wife's digital camera. Go to bed, old people! Oy!
My bro and his son came up this morning. They're sacked out in the family room now. Their visits are too rare. Dad says my nephew has a lot of qualities of my bro, while Bunnylou reminds him a lot of me. In a good way, Dad? Let's hope. I do believe he left the answer to that question purposefully vague.
We all went to the zoo this afternoon, and visited what remains of the depressing animal exhibits. Might be my imagination, but I think too many exhibits are not being replaced after animals transfer or pass away. Very suspicious. Dr. Doolittle, call on Line 2.
Then BB and I prepared and served The Meal. In my family, it's a Rule, no reunion can possibly be complete without The Meal - at least one dinner or luncheon, either prepared or purchased at great inconvenience, where everybody sits down together, dammit. (And yes, the -eon in luncheon is crucial.) Since tonight we barbecued (culotte steaks) and boiled (corn) and uncorked (wine) and tossed (salade), I believe our big Meal obligation is fulfilled; henceforth we may serve lunchmeat sandwiches, Fritos, cold chicken, carrot sticks, etc. with impunity.
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