No time to type...

I am totally snagged up on what is probably the best book I have read to date. Now that is exciting!

Did I talk about the Victoria field trip with the Pipster. It was plain and simply lovely. I loved the whole 'run as a pack, and be shuffled about' BIT. That worked well. As strange as that sounds.

I went back to work this weekend. Now that was weird. Work and me, somehow that is just not a combination that should go together.

It's Monday afternoon and I feel that I am missing something.. I am really thinking that I have missed doing something that I am supposed to do.. I have one child here and accounted for, currently soaking her feet. The other child that should be home to have some drops dropped in his eyes is MIA, I did see him float by in someones car earlier. The mother called out as she went through the green light can he come over... when I yelled no with a smile, I guess that was mistaken for YES! Silly me, it is apparent that it is opposite day.

Strangely enough for a Monday I also have no laundry in my laundry room. It is either tucked away in the laundrying machines, or already on my bed. That is weird how that happens. I do have one girls circle jacket that is desperate for the laundry machine, so it is sitting all alone on the floor. I am sure not for long.

My South African friends and I went walking on Friday. But not before I had some cow catching to do. We have this strange piece of land that has had some cows plunked on it. I don't even know if there is anyone out there manning the fields for these great blacks beasts, but they are there...grazing and such. I believe it is true that the grass is greener on the other side of the fence, because the big momma cow decided to eat her way all the way over the chain link fence boundary. The bottom of the fence was not secured, so it was just like a trap door opening up... and whala! a great abundance of wonderful green grass. I made my way to the fence and scurried her back in... it is not easy to scurry a cow, but I did... because if she would have had another little feety across the boundaries of the green grass, she would have been stuck outside of the fence lines... with no way of getting her back in. I am not sure who looks after these cows, I believe they have arrived from Mars, or possibly Pluto, I am not sure. Either way... it was my moment to shine to be a cow catcher, and send her back to all of the babies that were lying amidst the less greener grasses.

I went to the bank today and ordered up seven thousand dollars in one hundred dollar bills. Not because I am wishing for a great winning streak at any one of our local casinos ( I am NOT a frequent flyer... although I very much enjoy going and watching!), but rather.. the husbandman decided to buy a jeep, for his many manly explorations of the world. This new (OLD) jeep comes with many accessories.... so many that we have to haul a trailor behind us to pick up all the parts. You would think that we would have to assemble it at home or something. Or more like all the packaging that comes with a Barbie doll.

I just gave little miss Fussy's friend crap for calling on the housephone to talk to her. OK, I lied! I did ask her why call her on the homephone when she needs an excuse to talk on her cellphone. It's just a lot funner that way.

Well... I must go and continue my useless task adventures...it makes easing into a Tuesday a bit... EASIER!