Yes, they're going back. To celebrate, we have our annual Labor Day bash. It's filled with food, fun and friends. This is one of my favorite parties. I'd love to decorate in pencils, notebooks, alarm clocks and the like, but for some reason it makes the kids...upset. Not me WOO HOO! Who loves ya Baby? ME~now get in dat big yellow corn cob. You got some a-learinin ta do.
This morning...t-minus seven hours I had to make three trips to the grocery store. I kept forgetting things: buttermilk for the chicken, ice for the beer, my keys...
I got home and found my baby boy crying softly in the kitchen. Fearing yet another fish had lost its life, I bent over to ask him what was wro...Holy crap he threw up at my feet! RIGHT AT MY FEET! While I stood there with grocery bags in my hands. I was splatted. Even the dogs ran away. Man~ I JUST mopped.
"I don't feel very well" he croaked through sobs and spit.
"Obviously." I tried to smile and gagged. I helped clean him up and chased the dogs who were fascinated by the mess and kept pointing out to me with wags and barks. Yeah yeah I GET it! Somebody made a stinky mess and it wasn't YOU!!!! Git!
The coals won't heat up for the meat, So Cheech is convinced we won't eat until NEXT Labor Day.
We got calls to come in (nothing new. It always happens on holidays right? It does in this business.)We both said dirty words and got it squared away. Nothing and I mean NOTHING is going to piddle on my parade today.
The meat is smellin gooood. Low heat or not. How can you stay mad at beef brisket or pastrami when they slow smoke? I submit your stomach can not.
I couldn't find the compressor to blow up the kiddie pool and I don't care HOW big my chest is, I'm not "Big Bad Wolfin" it. Got me? Good. Here's some chalk. Draw a pool. Here's a hose....water fun. I can do it all.
I think I'm hungry. I smell bbq.
Now you all know me....I like to keep it simple. Quit laughing. I mean it. Anyway, I have four hours to go, I have a NEW compressor so gimme back the chalk and I'm gonna need that hose while we're at it.
Boo ate half the content of the pantry and is now running wild outside. There is no fever, there is no sickness. Sometimes kids just get overloaded with summer. It's hot and chunky lemme tell you, I've seen it close up. Another praise for the Golden Twinkie that hauls him to school. They are in need of some scenery changes.
I've got beds made, my yayas are spoiling me with lots of yummy sides and desserts. I've got the bistro ready. Firewood? Ready. Tub? Ready. Movies for the kids? Ready. Oh and the chocolate/strawberry martinis? They'll be? Yep. READY.
Now breakfast? It will be: Cinnamon French Toast with banana caramel sauce and shaved chocolate creme. We might have some left over meat. Ya think? I always worry I haven't made enough.
All I need is my gang.
Yes, this is the end of summer, but this is my favorite time of year. Get your "cookie pahnts" on, bring a sweatshirt and let's go. We're jest gettin stahhhted!
Happiest and safest of Labor Days.
Love,
Tess.
I'm writing a new story. It's long but I really like the shape of it. I may have to break it up into two posts. We'll see.
Gotta run.
Thanks for stopping even if only for a minute.
