Preparations

Hello. If I've been remiss in posting, it is because I have been caught up in the extensive preparations for my role as Godmother this weekend. Suburban Warrior's offspring shall, at long last, be welcomed into the fold. Rejoice and be glad!

Yesterday I busied myself choosing the perfect gift and card. Today is devoted to quiet meditation and reflection. Tomorrow, well, the spotlight's on me and I just hope I can render myself somewhat hairless for the occasion. Fortunately it is an evening event, so I have all day to work on my appearance. The Mach II is at the ready.

In cultural news, I'd like to comment on a good theatrical performance. Earlier this week the Handyman and I saw "Spamalot!" It was marvelous! The only downside to the evening was that it took us, from our suburban home, exactly 2.5 hours to get to National Theater. That was due to extreme gridlock because of the heavy rains. Our plan was to dine before the show. (Forutnately the always-prepared Irene had a stash of granola bars and gummies in the mini van.) I also tripped on my heels and skinned my knee as we literally ran from the car to the theater. But alas, readers...only a flesh wound!

Not much else to say today. Camp Stoker is in high gear with activity. This week it's soccer camp for 2 out of 3 of the lads. Next week we celebrate the birth of our nation and cap off the week with a family reunion in Pennsylvania (Handyman's side).

May you and yours have a delightful Fourth.

Irene the Weasle

Seems I have two awkward situations to weasle myself out of this morning. The first being the hasty deletion of my blog. During a brief period of self-loathing (due to recent events ike the one described below), I decided I no longer could afford the distraction of posting. That was foolhardy and just plain cruel to those of my fans who suffered alarm and confusion.

So here's one incident that has occured in the last 12 hours that will help shed some light on just how over-extended I am feeling these days. My son lost another tooth yesterday and drifted off to sleep last night with the bicuspid beneath his pillow. He woke this morning and promptly reported that the tooth fairy had not paid a visit. Right. That's because the tooth fairy drifted off to sleep with a novel on her chest and awoke this morning preoccupied with the day's agenda. Fortunately my son, (who I suspect may be on to the tooth fairy,) was not terribly upset, but was looking for an explanation. So I hemmed and hawed and muttered something about how I seem to recollect a similar incident occuring to me as a youth. But as I putzed around the kitchen, riddled with guilt, I remembered that last night cowboys 1 and 2 were caught pilfering candy out of the kitchen. So I poked my head between my son and the t.v. and suggested to him that perhaps the Tooth Fairy was aware of the candy stealing that he had been party to. He considered this with a bit of a guilty grin on his face. I said that the Tooth Fairy probably suspected the tooth had fallen out due to negligence (too much candy consumption) and that the tooth would not be covered in the Tooth Fairy's policy. Do you know? I think he bought it.