September 06, 2006
I am a prisoner in my own home. Please send bread and water. A spoon so I can whittle a little underground tunnel. Oh yeah, a vanilla latte, too. I haven't had coffee today. Whether the need be for the routine or the caffeine. I would really like one.
Today they paved our streets. Which by the way are looking silky smooth. This morning HHhubby moved my car around the corner so that I would have a vehicle to get places. Which was great. One problem. There are no sidewalks in our neighborhood. We'll let me retract that sentence. There is one sidewalk across the street, but it ends about 50 feet up the block. My car is about 200 feet away. I am totally making this number up, but it's about two blocks away.
The word is you can't walk on the black tar tar until it's dry. Which means we have about two more hours to go. Well unless you want to take the chance of ruining everything you own. Me thinks we stay put. Although it could be fun to have tar on the hardwood floors.
It did cross my mind to do the following:
Put on old flip flops, so as not to ruin good shoes
Pack bag with clean shoes and supplies to go about
Strategically put HHboy on my back
HHgirl sitting just so on my hip
Purse on one arm
Diaper bag on remaining arm
lemon twister around ankle
and start my journey, up hill and then downhill
Totally worth it.
Sort of like how our parents walked barefoot in the snow to school.
Rosie on The View, I like her on the show
Photos of Baby Suri, very sweet
email is fun
blogs that make me smile