One of the lads will be here in 10 days. Grant is coming for a visit before he returns home to Sunny Scotland. He’ll be here exactly two months after his “brother” Simon, returned home to Sunny England.
This will be a special visit with Grant because his parents will be here as well. They are flying over this week to spend some time with their wee lad and see America. They are driving from Nebraska, to Kentucky to Tennessee, then down to Oxford. They’ll spend five days here so we’re putting together some touristy and historical things for them.
On the writing front, I didn’t accomplish much this weekend. Friday night, I walked with my friend then we ended up going over to her house for some wine and dinner while Ian was at the movie with his girlfriend. Yes, Ian has a girlfriend. Apparently it’s a pretty steady thing–they’ve been “together” since the beginning of school this year. He spends his allowance on their Friday night “dates”. It’s pretty cute. I’m not too worried about anything yet, as he still tells me everything.
I’m waiting for that to change. I’m hoping it won’t.
Then Saturday we went to Fishdog’s godson’s birthday party. He is one year old now and is as cute as a button. But despite the fun we had at the party, Saturday did not end well. Fishdog came down with the stomach bug and spent all night and much of yesterday praising the porcelin gods.
He doesn’t praise quietly, btw.
So, I spent yesterday doing laundry. (Very much unlike me, I know) Not only did I wash all the clothes…but I folded them AND put them away. Everyone, make note of the date because that will NEVER happen again.
I also came up to the office for about 4 hours to make sure I was caught up on work, just in case I had to miss a day this week. I figure we’re not done with the bug, I just hope I’m not the one who gets it.
Then I finished cleaning Rader’s room and started on Ian’s. And I donned my gas mask and coveralls and hosed down the masterbath with enough clorox to disinfect the Mississippi River.
Yup. No writing. But hey, it was a productive weekend in other ways.

You washed, folded and put away? You are the laundry goddess!
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and she washed my porcelain bus! god love her.
just in case she had to drive it herself, she says.
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Geez. I wish someone would come and do our laundry. Or at least pick the socks up off the floor.
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Holley and I BOTH worshipped last weekend, with a simular 24-hour bug. Must be catching. On the plus side, I lost three pounds.
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