August 26, 2005

Must have put in my Mr. Potato Head angry eyes this morning.

I don't know why I'm in such an petulant mood today--there's no real reason for it. Maybe I can blame Wal-Mart. I decided to go there right as I finished fixing supper last night, because Reba and I are going away for our weekend tryst/college busywork trip tomorrow, and the Focus really needed its oil changed, and I had not been able to do anything about it any earlier because of the dental appointment and the fact that Reba didn't get home until about 10 minutes before I finished cooking supper, so I had her call and see when they closed, which was 7:00, and it was right then about 6:00, and they said to hurry up and come on because there was only one other car in the service bay and they could get to it right away.

So, I left my just-cooked food there for the rest of the family to eat while I scooted over the hill to WallyWorld, knowing that I would be back shortly. Got there about 15 minutes later and was told it would be about a 20 minutes wait.

Two hours later, I finally arrived back home.

The first hour and a half was spent waiting on that one car to leave the service bay, and then waiting as the oil was drained and replaced from my own vehicle. I assume they must take the old oil out by holding a soda straw down into the crankcase, placing their thumb over the end of the straw, then taking it out and releasing it into a small cup.

Hey, but it's cheap!

Then to Sam's for some cheap gasoline, then INTO Sam's for some cheap bagels, then a quick phone home as I got to the traffic light to let someone know I was on the way back. "Can you get some dishwasher detergent? And are you still going to take Catherine and Jonathan to the Dollar Tree?"

::sigh:: I sure wish I knew we needed detergent. I had, after all, been to two different (but inextricably related) purveyors of dishwasher detergent. And it had now gotten very, VERY late, and the younger set probably had not been scrubbed down for the night, and would be expecting to be have the promise I had made to them fulfilled.

::sigh::

Got home, asked Reba to fix me a sandwich I could eat when I got back, then took off with Boy and Baby to the Wondrous Land of 100 Pennies. Two more Fairly Odd Parents inside-out plush toys. And two boxes of powdered detergent. I hate powder--leaves too much grit on the dinnerware. But it was cheap!

Home, sent the first of four to the bathtub, ate my sammich, and wondered why I was so very tired.

Then, packing time!

The kids are going to spend the night with the grandparents tonight, so each of them had to get together their essential items such as pajamas and clothes and socks and underwear and books and toys and shoes and toothbrushes and giant anvils and grand pianos and leaden bricks and tiny breakable things. That done, time for the Missus and I to pack. Into the OTHER satchel with the exact same stuff the kids packed, except in adult form. Well, that was just Reba's stuff. Mine consisted of a pair of jeans and a shirt and a pair of comfortable shoes. I like being able to pack using nothing more than a grocery sack.

You never know, you know.

Finally got to bed at about half past Letterman.

BUT TONIGHT! Oh, BOY--tonight is gonna be different. Me, Miss Reba, the stars above, the road below, a motel waiting at the end--and you know what THAT means....





CABLE TEEVEE!! The History Channel! The Weather Channel! The American Movie Classics Channel! AND FREE LITTLE TINY SOAPS! AND ALL THE ICE WE CAN CARRY! And then Saturday, it's up early to get her to class, and then I get to SPEND ALL DAY AT THE VAUGHN BELL ROAD LIBERRY! WHOO-HOO!

What can I tell you? We just lead an overly exciting life.

Anywho, all of you have yourselves a great weekend, I know I will!

Posted by Terry Oglesby at August 26, 2005 03:28 PM
Comments

Our son is spending his first weekend at college—not coming home. WooHoo we also have a big weekend planned—a trip to Wal-Mart tonight and Earl Sruggs tomorrow. Ain’t life grand?

Posted by: jim at August 26, 2005 03:44 PM

Grand? Grand Ole Opry!

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at August 26, 2005 03:47 PM

You kids have fun.

And remember, no badgers in the library.

Posted by: LittleA at August 26, 2005 05:30 PM

"I like being able to pack using nothing more than a grocery sack.

You never know, you know."

What do you never know? When you might run into a grocery sack emergency? Someone will be dying of shame and you'll be johnny-on-the-spot with a handy paper bag to put over their heads?

And you say us Yankees make no sense.

Posted by: skinnydan at August 29, 2005 08:31 AM

Sometimes it's best to be able to move quickly and have the essentials with you and not have to worry about wrestling a giant bag full of junk, and shoes, and makeup, and hair dryers, and lead bricks, and stuff.

My motto is travel light, and travel only with what you can carry with you.

Because you just never know, you know.

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at August 29, 2005 08:40 AM