I'm limping along with the Dingos this month! Really, my knee is still kind of hurting from my stupidity the other day so I'm trying to be patient with it.
Gaye, yum yum cupcakes! Totally eat one! Save one for DS, but then you deserve the rest. I mean, really, who did all of the carnival work and then rode a ridiculous distance on her bike?
Nic, around here where the sand is gritty, we use baby powder to get it off. Sometimes we sprinkle it on feet and legs before going to the beach, and sometimes sprinkle it on afterward, to unstick the sand. I don't know if it would work as well for the fine Florida sand as it does for the coarse New England sand.
Bec, hooray for a new biker! I keep meaning to get my DD out there. Maybe next weekend.
JayGee, I'm so glad you survived your last mandatory entertainment! Your cadet parties always sound so stressful; I don't know how you do it.
Mommajb, great race! Sorry the rain put a crimp in things a bit. I love running in the rain
but probably not so much for a race.
Kerc, take care of your sinuses! The sinus infection I had back in January knocked me flat for a long time. I hope to never get that bad with a sinus infection again. I hope yours is short-lived and manageable.
Ashcav, I didn't realize until I turned on the TV to watch The Amazing Race that there's a major water problem in Boston. Are you okay? I'm so sorry; let me know if you need a place to shower and want to drive out to Littleton.
All is decent here. I'm not running; I think if I give my legs two or three more days I'll be okay.
Today DH was grouchy, he said mostly from the heat. It was, like, under ninety degrees. Or maybe right around that, which is not unreasonable. "Oh, but so humid!"
The kids were having a problem finding their bat so he could play baseball with them. Then all of a sudden he was all pissy, sitting inside mad. Because he's so tired of them always leaving their things around and never being able to find anything. Um, says the guy who has clothes piled up all over the bedroom floor? Says the guy whose computer desk is covered in used plates and glasses? Whose belt is in the middle of the living-room floor? Who takes off his gross socks at the end of the day and just leaves them wherever he happened to be sitting?
He, of course, says that's not the same thing. Why? Because the kids' mess annoys him (suddenly), while his mess only annoys me? I pointed out several times that kids learn by modeling
and if he wants them to pick up their stuff, he'd best start picking up his stuff. He just got all huffy.
It was after that, at dinnertime, that he complained about the heat and apologized for being all grouchy. He just thinks the kids should start putting one thing away before they take something new out. And who, do you think, will be facilitating that on a day-to-day basis?
Okay, enough whining. I did have a super-productive day, clearing out more poison ivy. I have seven trash bags' full of rolled-up vines to go to the dump, and still have a huge tumbleweed of the stuff I've pulled out of the ground and haven't bagged yet. I can feel that telltale tingling all up and down my arms, and on the tops of my feet, and between all of my fingers. I'm not feeling it brewing anywhere else yet, which I consider lucky.
Funny how my interpretation of a lucky interaction with poison ivy has changed over the past two years.