Huggy Bear was a Pimp

I’m getting started so late today, it’s almost not worth it to get up. I think I should go back in time and refuse that nap yesterday so I’d be able to sleep last night and thus, not roll out of bed with an automatic snarky attitude and overdue need for coffee. I also suspect I’m not making a lick of sense. I know for a fact I’m lying, in that I didn’t take a nap yesterday at all.

Thank God I have Jeff Buckley to sustain me. Awhile back, our own FM recommended him as an antidote to sadness and despair, or - come to think of it - FM just quoted a couple lyrics from his album to support a point in one of his comments, but still - I found him to be an antidote. In fact, he’s become my security blanket: everywhere I go, I carry a copy of Grace in my purse, just in case I need it. When Scott was in Nantucket, he ordered a cd/dvd combination of the album and now, whenever I want, I can pop that movie in the player and watch my little angel in action. If I wasn’t feeling so blase right now, I’d wax more eloquently about my good friend Jeff, whom I fully expect to sing with in heaven. He’s already gone on ahead to get the band together, which was nice of him and all, but totally unnecessary. I would have liked to have had a say in the matter, but nobody asked me. So as far as waxing goes, I’m snarky - remember? - and can’t be bothered with it. I’m having a hard enough time dealing with that little thing we like to call thinking.

Scott left Saturday. Jess graduated Friday. Two major events behind me, and as these are two genuine Events, I’m wondering why I’m dreading shopping and cooking for today’s Memorial Day festivities more than I worried about either of them. Probably because, once again, I am The Man of the house. Crap. Being the sole body in charge is fine when it’s all about typing and lying around doing your own thing. When one has to start caring (and cooking) for others, it gets a little dicey. Especially when one hasn’t gotten enough sleep. You’d think someone who was the sole body in charge would be more responsible about getting a good night’s sleep, wouldn’t you?

This is unbelievably boring. I’m so sorry. Instead, I’ll tell you that for some reason, Ambrose has decided he’s found a great pee spot in the family room, right in front of the tv. Labs are from Labrador, right? Labrador’s somewhere in Canada, close to Newfoundland, right? Then how the bloody hell did he get all the way over here to torment me at my house? Maybe he swam.

After we eat, we’re going to see X-Men 3, which should go a long way towards helping me sublimate my frustration. I’m hoping that if I can concentrate all my mind powers on Wolverine, I’ll be able to pretend I’m just a carefree girl for at least a couple hours. From my fingers to God’s ears. Because after that, it’s back to being The Man. I’ll tell you right now, I’m glad I didn’t name any of my kids Chico. Love you guys - have a great day. xo