Last day of school (and other stuff).

Not only do I not have to set my alarm tonight but I also don't have to worry about the weather. Since I've been without a vehicle for the last month or so, I've been worried that it would be pouring rain in the morning and the kids would get soaked. We got lucky though and it did not rain once for either their walk to or their walk home from school.

J & K had good report cards. L's will be arriving in the mail next week. I'm sure it will be good, too.

Last week, two great things and one shitty thing happened. One lifted an enormous weight off my (our) shoulders, one made me do a happy dance while shouting, "I was right!! Take that, you idiot doctor who made me cry every time after I left your office!" (ok, I didn't actually dance or shout but I was doing both on the inside), and one just plain sucked (and that's all I'm allowed to say about it).

Last Saturday, we went to the wedding of Ice's boss's daughter. It was held outside at his house with an enormous tent for the dinner and reception. The food was spectacular, the decorations were gorgeous, and the bar was open.

Speaking of the food, if you have the budget and you're in the right area, I highly recommend Custom Cuisine. Again, spectacular.

I made an afghan for the bride and groom. I fully intended to take a picture of it but since I was distracted in the latter half of last week (see "one shitty thing" above), I didn't get it finished until just a couple of hours before we had to leave. And then it still had to be washed, dried, and wrapped. There simply wasn't time for a picture. I asked several people if they thought an afghan would be good enough for a wedding present, given that the bride's father is a wealthy man and the bride's mother ... umm, how do I say this?... has high standards, and everyone reassured me that it would be. My sister-in-law made the point that people generally don't go out and buy afghans and that the only way they get them is if someone makes one for them. So I went ahead with it. I hope they like it.

And one final thought....

You have to like a pediatrician who walks into the room with a cane and says, "Don't worry. I'm not House." Don't get me wrong. I love House (and I told him that). I just thought it was cool that he made the reference.


Posted by Ripley on June 29, 2006




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