The Night Before

I just enjoyed my last "real" shower for 10 days.  Our duffel bags are for the most part packed; mine supremely overpacked, Bryan's perfect. Charlie is dancing, singing and running wildly around the house, with no sign of night night time. Now she is jumping happily on the small trampoline (Bryan's rebounder) saying "Whee whee whee"...  My chest pains are still reminding me that I have a lot of unfinished work to do on the 4 Real Estate transactions that are closing during the week that I am gone. Charlie just yelled "BOO" at my back and is now crying because I suggested it is her bedtime. The chest pains once again flash like lighting as Charlie cries "now I hate you." 

Moki (our dog) stares at her ball. Ted (our contractor) comes tomorrow to take us to the airport then tear out our kitchen.  Thankfully, he has volunteered to watch Moki, the fish and the hamsters during our trip. I have a secret crush on Ted, if only because nothing and nobody can get under his skin.  Really.  I wish I could be more like him. He is supremely talented at building homes, so hopefully he can fix ours up a little. BTW, he is much much older married to a dear woman and please don't fuss about this little crush. My husband is a stud, enough said.

Charlie is now speaking to me and I really don't care if she goes to bed at all, because tomorrow we are all going to be on The Lady Shallott; and like kids in their new dorm rooms giddy with excitement at the prospects of fun and adventure.

Whatever Bryan just sprayed in the house is extremely toxic and if I do not finish this blog you will/must report that he is at fault. Oops just realized what he is spraying.. the toilet. Saying "Go away poopoo".  Hey, don't read it if you don't want the truth.

Having fun, more to come. K