Good Grief

Meet the newest edition to our house-on-the-move. Yes, my husband found us at the local hair cutting dive (don't ask me yet!) and announced to me that A) he was going to go buy a laptop, and, B) he was going to sit in on the Pack's planning meeting "to see how they are doing". I was annoyed by this for two reasons. 1) We really do not need another PC (laptop or otherwise) in our possession, even if it means I can continue to communicate with y'all mostly uninterrupted (now you know y'all are excited about that!), and, 2) can't he just let go of the damn Pack already. They are a bunch of freakin' grown ups; they can figure it out from here on out (just like we did, except you're nice and keep helping them - whether they want it or not). Why can't people just let people go away? I want to go away . . . yeah? Yeah.

Okay. The hair cuts. My eldest boy had wild hair that needed a trim. He selected a cut from a book . . . the gal did not get it right. It looks like a regular boys cut. He's pissed. He's 15 and he really cares about his hair right now. I took him to a salon and got a barber cut. That is exactly what we were trying to avoid. I have hair products that will help him shape his hair the way he wants, but he's still not happy. The flip side: it will grow out and be exactly what he wanted. Dumdum hairstylist! The gal who trimmed mine did a ##$$^&^$&#& job as well. But, I can do stuff with my hair and make it work. Dumdum other hairstylist. So, I paid anyway, because A)it's better than complaining and continuing to let an incompetent stylist keep trying to fix it; we don't want to opt for bald; and B) the cuts are okay enough that we can live with them.

I'm now on my "starvation" portion of my waking hours . . . tomorrow I'll have my ultrasound about 8am. When I get back, I will pop in at my neighbours and get a cup of coffee. I'll be most anxious for that. I may just stop by a Starbucks and get that carton for ten cups. T'would be easier and then I have some on tap.

Loads of dusting and vacuuming around baseboards tomorrow. Do not want the packers/movers to get the black lung from moving our junk. I'll be the sacrificial whatchamacallit in this gig.

I can't get over how stupidly giddy I get about throwing all this useless junk away. The purging is really refreshing. I'll be hauling a lot of stuff tomorrow. It's exciting, actually!

I ate lunch over at JoMary's today. Her special guest was my favourite Dominican priest, Father Willoughby. He blessed a few of my rosaries and chaplets. I like how he blesses rosaries: Apostolic, Byzantine, Crosier, and Dominican prayers. So, you can use the rosary for Stations. Pretty neat. Anyway, JoMary makes delish chicken soup and sandwiches. YUM.

No more thinking about food. I have to starve now. I think I'm going to go to bed soon. I'm so tired.