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Monday
Feb192007

All About Monday

When I got up to pee this morning, I sat on a wet toilet seat

Noticed my sock was now damp 

And discovered we were out of toilet paper.

Thank God for Kleenex

But too bad the box was in my bedroom.

 

When I asked the One Who Gets the Seat Wet

To take down the tents that he had set up in the house,

He did it

Without a fuss. 

And put them away

And swept out the garage when I told him to.

Redemption.

 

We went to the Army Garrison

To return the movies E had checked out of the library last week

The library was closed

But at the Garrison bookstore, I found a hard cover book on rubber stamping for only $10

And two books for the kids

Which they ignored.

 

I had to throw out three unopened jars of Peter Pan

There was no peanut butter at the Garrison.

Belgian stores don't sell it.

At least I was able to buy Charmin.

 

We had burgers and fries to celebrate President's Day

The kids didn't finish their meals

No they're not sick, but 

Yeah, I really wondered

The One Who Ordered The Double Burger

Didn't even eat all his fries.

 

I bought them Mamba taffy even though they didn't finish their lunch.

Grace takes many forms.

 

We walked to a toy store to buy birthday gifts for Jared and Reed

But I only had 25 euros ($30),

Which is enough to get two decent presents at Wal-Mart

But barely enough to get two of anything at a Belgian toy store.

I miss Target, and checkbooks, and all the choices in the U.S.

 

We came home and I played Nerf guns with the One Who Took Down the Tents

and the One Who Makes Pancakes.

The One Who Makes Pancakes always hit her target.

That's my Grrrl.

 

I fell asleep watching Because of Winn Dixie.

And I woke up and blogged.

And I missed the One Who Is in Florida and Not in Belgium.

But I know he's where he belongs...

And so am I.

February 19, 2007

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Reader Comments (10)

you know, a bright side to not having <i>both</i> Walmart and Target is not experiencing the ugly commerical sprawl like we experienced when we live in Atlanta burbs. Every exit off the highway had the Walmart and Target directly across the road from each other, a Lowe's and Home Depot across the street from each other. The sad part of all that choice is that one of the enemies isn't going to last forever and there's going to be a gigantic vacant eyesore of a commercial space left behind.
February 19, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterfuriousBall
Sigh. Draggy day-itis. It's rampant here,too. You are to be commended for your patience and tolerance level. It's noon here: I'm in my jammies, waiting out a 2:00 movie date. I could be cleaning or laundry-ing or almost anything else-ing. But it's still winter and cold and snow is 2 feet deep and I've had it.
February 19, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterNance
Thoroughly enjoyable! The 2nd verse, in particular, deserves the Nobel Prize in the Sin & Redemption category. Thank God that "The Ones Who Get the Seat Wet" also manage to ingratiate themselves. :-)
February 19, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterOrtizzle
Are you saying Peter Pan goes bad?
We're still working on a jar from the first Bush administration.

The image of your wet sock and butt is making me cringe. Because of similar memories, not because of your butt.
February 19, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterMignon
Mignon,

The Peter Pan was part of a massive recall of salmonella-contaminated peanutbutter. Every jar I had was part of the lot they targeted. I stock up because we get it at a military commissary that's more than an hour away and we don't go shopping there very often.
February 19, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterV-Grrrl
See? That's why we eat Jiff. Peter Pan is for suckas.

:)
February 19, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterAmber
It sounds like you managed pretty well for "flying solo."
February 20, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterNeil
I've never been a peanut butter fan, but you know what I just discovered that I can't get enough of? Almond butter. It's heavenly.
February 20, 2007 | Unregistered Commentermamatulip
love the images
February 20, 2007 | Unregistered Commenterdeezee
A poem....You have written such a lovely, real, funny poem. Bravo!!
February 20, 2007 | Unregistered Commenterwendy

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