Last week was Fall Break for the girls. What this really means is this is the time of year where I have to entertain the kiddos while I'm scrawling out my biggest job of the year. 659 invitations as of a minute ago.
I officially hate Calligraphy.
The week before vacation, Moira, was sick for a couple of days.
I officially hate having sick children.
While taking her temperature every 20 minutes I tried to write out another envelope - unsuccessfully. It is only a matter of time before my house is burned down because I'm not delivering this gig on time.
I offically hate anyone named Junior. It's a bitch to write on an envelope. Be original and use a new name.
On one of Moira's sick days, Rich and I sat at the table to eat lunch and shoot the shit. Moira asks, point blank, "Is this what you do all day? Eat and talk? Don't ya'll work or something?" I looked at her and the 6 boxes of invitations to my right covered in my blood, sweat and tears and carefully exused myself from the table.
I officially hate being told I don't work.
On Friday we decided to drive down the Talimena Pass. More like, we love Kings of Leon and watched Talihina Sky awhile back and thought since we are non planners, let's go all Bluegrass and drive down to that part of the state. and maybe find a decendant or two.
During the drive I found a town in which you couldn't use a toilet to save your life. I almost dropped trou on a bank floor because they thought humans using their bathroom happened to threaten their safety.
I left my cell phone on the hood of our car. I found it two miles later still ontop of the car. The only problem was it was raining 90 to nothing and we were going 70 miles an hour. In the end we were able to find all the pieces of my phone and it worked. The screen wasn't even cracked.
Thank GOD! someone was giving me a break.
We stopped in Talihina and stayed at the only place we could find a vacancy. A motel.
I do have to say, we were up and out of 'em by like 8am. Offical record for this clan.
We hiked, we fell and screamed shit in the forest. We laughed, we cried and talked about Thalon being on our walk with us in the middle of nowhere.
Truth be told, I felt him there. A whisper of breeze glancing through the trees. The most I have ever felt his presence since his death.
I want to go back.