I then skedaddled home to pick
up Percy and get to the airport.
Me: I’m doing a last-minute,
quick trip like the old days to see if I can still do it without exhausting myself.
Lucas: The old days? You did a last-minute weekend trip to Vegas
Me: Well, that doesn’t count. (and
I was technically younger then.)
I started a new series, the
plated prisoner, on my way to NY and was done with the 4 books, 4 days later,
on Monday night. I have a problem. And also, I was very stressed out to find out
that it ends on a total cliff-hanger and there are two more books that haven’t
come out yet. A point I yelled at
Marissa for, early on Tuesday morning, and then paused long enough to say hi
and meet her mother, saying, “I don’t always yell at her in the morning, I
Maureen picked me up bright and early, and
then I tried to get a quick cat nap before getting some work done. She came over shortly after because she had
some trouble with her oven. Namely, she
put some meatballs in the oven, and then the oven, of it’s own accord
locked. And then decided starting to “Clean”
and things started smoking, but then it went to “Cool” so she decided to go
next door. But apparently, that’s when
things started getting really smokey and Pat had to try to pull the oven out
from the wall to disconnect to power.
Mo: I went to the other house
because the oven said he was “cool!”
Pat: He wasn’t cool.
Mo: Oh look you can see inside!
(You know, because it was on
fire, and this was interesting b/c the light hadn’t working in quite some
Then, Mo went back down to pick
up James, Kevin’s Godfather, from the airport, and then we all had dinner at my
parents’ house. When Mo when to pick up
the pizza, Pat yelled to her to close the back (trunk) door, but she didn’t
hear him and suddenly a packed car started spilling out. And now that I’m writing it all out, Mo had
quite a long, crazy day. Which might
explain what happened next. After hanging
out for a couple hours outside, my dad not saying anything, he decides to bring
up the earlier incident with the car door… Mo’s response was a flat out F*ck You,
followed by James saying, “A lot has changed up on the hill. I don’t remember the language being so colorful
in Jefferson Valley when I lived here.”
Other amusing stories of the
Mo was saying that there is a quarter
inch gap between the two walls in her classroom, and every day this kid would
randomly put his face up to the gap and scream, and Mo would tell him to stop
screaming at the wall, but he’d keep doing it.
Until one day, she handed the kids bestie a straw and some water and told
him precisely what she could NOT do to a student. So the next time the kid went to scream, he
got a face full of water, and while he was spurting, Mo was saying, “I told you
to stop screaming at the wall.”
And then Stacey said that while
all the kids in her class were taking a test, she happened to see a big ass
bug, so she yelled at a student, mid-exam, “Oh my god, run, Lynette!! Get out
The following day we were up
early, getting ready to watch Kevin play at SUNY Maritime. I walked into the house and jokingly said to James,
“You’re wearing blue? What if that’s the Coast Guard colors!?” Not knowing a
single thing about the coast guard. He
immediately became defensive and put on another long sleeved maroon shirt over
the blue shirt. 2 minutes later, Pat was
like, “How many layers are you wearing? You’re going to overheat!” So, James is definitely glad he came to
visit. Then we took pictures with all of
us using mugs adorned with our adorable Godson, Kevin (#79).
As we were cleaning up the
table, Mo says, “We can’t throw out the tomatoes because I grew them, so they
were like 95 dollars, or 17 dollars for each cherry tomato.”
James: I just talked to Kevin.
Good Job, Maureen. He didn’t just come
out like that, that was a lot of work you put in there. ❤
Just as we were about to get
into the car, Pat was using a bungie cord to tie up the back trailer, and it
snapped back and hit him in the eye. So,
I drove home. There was some discussion
on if Pat was going to go to the party later, and shock from the backseat when
he said he wasn’t going, you know because of the bungie cord to the eyeball,
and the full on swelling shut of said eye.
We got home, and then ten minutes later, I was driving us to a Halloween
Party and Mel and Bennett’s. That’s when Mo started making fun of me that I was
so concerned about Pat’s eye, and then I had to explain once again that I
shouldn’t be made fun of for CARING. But
honestly, I think this might be a losing battle. Mo said she got us matching costumes in diff colors. I imagined M&M's but this was way cooler. We're spooky neon skeletons!
The following morning, I made Mo & Frita playtest a game with me, and then before I knew it, I was getting ready for the
Frita: Are you going to get your
treat before you leave? Unless you don’t think it’ll get through customs. You could get hijacked. I guess they don’t do that anymore. They used to hijack planes all the time. God, your daughter doesn’t have any sense of
Me (uncontrollably giggling): I’ll
take a treat on my way out, but I’m taking the dollar, too.
You’ll all be pleased to know
that I’m still capable of last minute, quick trips to NY, but I did wake up at
5:30 this morning full of energy, and THAT certainly didn’t used to happen in
the good old days.
Love you, Mean it.