I'm Here! But Not For Long

I haven't posted all week, and I'm trying to feel guilty, but I've been too busy for that. I'll catch you up on my goings-on, tell you what's coming down the pike, and then bid you a fond farewell. Probably until next Thursday.

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I'm hosting Bunco this month, and it's tomorrow night. Bunco is a dice rolling excuse to get together and eat and drink. You rotate tables, play in teams, and basically try to roll sixes and lots of them. We usually have around 12 people, and the parties, er games, have been getting kind of elaborate. I've decided to take things down a notch, to help those coming after me to not feel so pressured to put on a raging soiree.

My solution? Trailer Trash Bunco. That's right. I'm going to minimally clean my house and serve cheese-in-a-can, tater tot casserole and rice crispy treats. I plan to dress in my best polyester. I'm even considering having The Man park his car in the yard with the hood up. It's gonna be legendary. No other bunco night will top it. They'll be talking about it for WEEKS. Or, it will simply be a more relaxed night and everyone will have fun, but whatever. CHEESE IN A CAN.

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Bunco usually lasts until 10pm, and since I'm hosting, I'll probably be up catching up on the TV shows I will miss Thursday night cleaning until late. So what did I plan for myself? To get up the next morning at 5am to catch a flight to Los Angeles. I'm going to visit my mother-in-law who is improving and in a step-down type of place right now in L.A. Also, it's the illustrious Tiffany's birthday next Tuesday, so we're escaping to the spa over the weekend for some long-deserved R&R. I'm not sure I deserve it, but Tiff surely does, and what kind of friend would I be if I wasn't there for her? NO FRIEND AT ALL.

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Boodle is getting glasses. I wasn't going to say anything until I had a photo of her in them, but dude, it's my kid, not a prop. She was initially excited about them, but it all turned ugly on Tuesday. We went last week to pick out frames, and I was trying so hard not to me a pushy, bossy mom who bends her daughter to her will (I'm not saying I ever do that, except that I do that ALL THE DAMN TIME) that I didn't really pay enough attention to the frames she chose.

Turns out, kid-sized frames don't fit so good on a non=kid-sized face. Duh. I'm such a good mom. She got her frames back on Monday, and seemed okay with them, but I was nervous. She kept taking them off and just not seeming right about all of it. Then on Tuesday, I got a call from school that she had a headache and I brought her home. After relaxing for a while, and being reminded to keep putting her glasses on, we talked and talked and TALKED and she finally confessed that she really didn't like them, thought they were too small for her face, and was embarrassed to wear them at school.

*thud*

That was my heart dropping. My poor kid who seemed to get the short end of the DNA stick from The Man and I (teeth issues, super thick hair with a super tender scalp, junk in the trunk) now has to wear glasses and feels BAD about them already. After some more discussion and through the miracle that is the Walmart eyewear shop's return/exchange policy, we procured new frames that are of suitable size and style. As soon as they come in and I get a picture of her rockin' those glasses, I'll post it.

Alright, I think that's finally it. I'm done with my brain dump. Enjoy your weekend everyone, and I'll catch up with you all next week!

PS - there's currently an 80% chance of rain and lightning on Friday when I'm supposed to fly out, so please pray to whatever being in which you believe that things go smoothly. It's really important to me that I be there for my sister-in-law. She needs me. And my toes need a manicure.