You will never guess what I found yesterday while packing!
Sweet baby Jesus in the heavens, this man is on fire. He is impossibly sexy, elegant, rugged, intelligent, gentle and handsome. I could die.
The boys had yesterday and today off of school. I am going to be honest in telling you that I am quite keen on their returning tomorrow.
For starters, they have demanded a roaring fire in the hearth for pretty much the entirety of this homestay. I like a nice fire, and it's exceedingly cold here in DC, but I am A) nearly out of kindling and not terribly interested in foraging for more in single-digit temps when most everything is frozen to the ground, and B) rather sick of their burning small effigies, Sith plane replicas, and all other "but it's just paper and wood, Mom!" creations in my living room. It's morbid and not relaxing.
Today, for example, Oliver freaked out and rescinded an offer to the fire. "Mom, I want that one back. PLEASE!" Which meant fishing a nearly-aflame masterpiece from atop its pyre and dousing it with ash before any ruin commenced. Not relaxing, people.
Secondly, we have played approximately 712 games of Spot it! which is a delightful game (that I frequently win, heh!) but one whose art director seems to have taken one seriously wrong turn.
When you look at this disk, what do you see?
I see a clock, moon, man, eye, balloon, taxi, tree, and black-eyed tampon with a ball and chain.
Why is the tampon a prisoner? Why has she been fighting and yet continues to smile? Why is she on a children's game?
I have been asking myself these vexing questions all day instead of packing. I do not yet have an answer. I have only packed one box.
Until this move is a wrap, I have let T know that we will be having extremely simplistic dinners. Fortunately, as long as whatever I put in front of him is flavorful, not mustard or turnip greens, and includes meat at least five days out of seven, he does not care.
Tonight? Bucatini with spicy tomato sauce and speck. Bellissima!
Good night, peeps!