Yeah, me neither.

And Bunny thought the beard was bad.

I had a ball, but it was exhausting. So, no, I won’t shoot your wedding. You couldn’t afford me anyway.

Also in disappointing news department: I’m shooting a wedding this weekend, I’d hope to get a new lens, but it was not in the cards, so I’m shooting with my same ole, same ole. The new lens I finally settled on is over $600. Ouch, yeah that’s gonna have to wait, especially since there are other expenses on the horizon. More about that later. Promise.

At least the mudroom floor was poured. Supposedly the first wall goes up tomorrow. We’ll see how that goes. I’m taking bets on how many tools will be thrown and if the Hero Race Driver and I will be speaking tomorrow pm. You do not want to miss this action.

And let me just tell you. There’s an orthodontist somewhere out there, who saw this picture and is just now ordering the leather seats with heat. Yeah, his job is secure with DRY Ink.

When I returned home, it had been roughly 12 hours since I packed and left. The house was dark. No one was up. I made my way to my room, and immediately feel asleep in my bed.

Weeks later, though, that letter would come back to bit me in the ass. I had left the run away note on the breakfast bar. Evidently it had fallen off on to the couch and then gotten stuffed in between the cushions before anyone had ever seen it, let alone read it. And there it lay in wait to ruin my life weeks later. My mother found the note and was FURIOUS that I was planning to run away. I was grounded for weeks, she said. She yelled and yelled. I lied and lied. Of course the grounding didn’t stick. It never did.

Within a week all was forgotten. But I remember. I remember the time I ran away because I thought no one would notice. And I still carry around a favorite pillow, even now 25 years later.

But on to the shit. First up on the agenda is summer. SUMMER! Who doesn’t love summer!? On Friday, the cherub’s first day of summer! at approximately 9:30 am they announced that they were bored. Bored. It was everything in me not to kick them in the head. I didn’t. Some how we all survived.

We had a lovely 3 day weekend, complete with a killer party over here. Not that I threw it. I helped a dear friend throw a surprise party for her husband’s graduation, under the guise of Jack’s birthday. I knew I birthed him the day before Jeff’s graduation for a reason. Any way her husband had been in school for like 50 bagillion years, or something like that. So we rocked a luau over here, complete with LSU football coaching royalty. I won’t name drop. I will just say that he was in MY backyard in a pie eating contest and I have pictures.

On Sunday I spoke to all the area bishops about my marriage class, which I was so nervous about for some bizarre reason. I didn’t even realize how nervous I was until I got out and was sweating like a pig. The good news is it went well. The bad news is it went well. Now some of the bishops are taking my marriage class. I have to stand up for six sessions and teach bishops. About marriage. Sometimes I wonder what I am thinking.

Monday we recovered. And cleaned.

On Tuesday morning I woke up to a phone call from my dad. I have to been very careful here, because the hero race car drive is soooo private. But suffice to it so say he was ill. But I had 5 clients scheduled back to back to get through before I could visit him. In the hospital. I haven’t stacked clients like this in yeeeeaaaars. With the cherubs all in school the last 2 years, I have settled into a pattern of going to work most days for a client or two. Not so much during the summer. So I have condensed my clients into two days week. It’s an understatement to say it’s gonna take some getting used to. I made it through, called my Mother in law to make sure the cherubs were good with her, and rolled on to the check up on dad. I talked to some doctors, got the scoop and visited for a few hours. (Look at me trying to be all Busy Mom.) I politely explained to dad that I am not ready to be a sandwich generation child, so work things the hell out and get better, NOW. Then I rushed home to see how soccer practice went and relax for a few hours before putting the cherubs in bed, and returning to the hospital to pickup the hero’s car. (Yes he drove himself to the hospital, and no we are not talking about it.)

I had just settle onto my glorious sofa, when, wait for it, the power went out. You have got to be kidding me. That was it. I was done. I called a good friend in Utah and asked her to come pick me up. Rae said “Now honey, it’s going to be a while.” Boy you can take the girl outta the south, but you just can’t put the Utard in her. She actually ‘honeyed’ me. We chatted for a while and decided it might be better if she just picked the cherubs up, you know for their safety and all. I’m still waiting.

The power didn’t come back on until after 11 pm. When I was already in bed. But today I am sitting on my glorious sofa, (with lights!) staring at my fire place that still isn’t finish.

But it is close.

AND the hydrangeas have more blooms.

So maybe it’s gonna be okay after all. If the other hydrangea would just get on board.

And dad. It would be nice if he would get on board too.