It’s been a while, hasn’t it?
Life has been moving right along. Shecky is done with school for the year. Summer is here and life is taking on a bit of a different pace. A different tone. Everything is still wonderful but we seem to be, finally, settling into being a family rather than a husband and a wife and a kid all living in the same house. I’m LOVING it.
The last 2 weekends we’ve had visitors come stay with us. Last weekend my Sister-In-law came in. She rested, relaxed, and re-centered herself a bit. We had a really nice visit. Through the course of the weekend she got me totally addicted to Sex in the City, the TV show. She has the entire show on DVD, every season. Thankfully she left it with me so I can finish watching it. I’m not sure WHY I like the show, and truth to tell, there’s a bit too much sex in their particular city for my comfort levels, but I DO like the show. (Honestly, I think its the secondary characters that draw me in. The women, for the most part, are indefensibly unlikable.)
This weekend @Cylithria and her boyfriend (and J’s best friend), @thewocket, came in for a weekend visit. We had a blast!!! I swear to GOD those to make me Snort Laugh more often than anyone I know! It was awesome to get some one on one time with them. We played copious amounts of board games. Ate copious amounts of food. Talked about everything from dynamics of relationships to kids getting US in trouble.
This morning however, this morning was a PERFECT illustration of why I love @Cylithria so damned much. Last night I mentioned something to her about our having bought a riding lawnmower. It was just a passing comment, No. Big. Deal. Right?
Well, this morning Cy got up and went on the porch to have her morning smoke and coffee while I was starting brunch for everyone. Suddenly, Cy comes flying into the house hollering, “Excuse me, Bitch? You have a tractor and you DIDN’T TELL ME??” **deep breath** “Can I use your tractor and mow your lawn?” I stood there with my jaw hanging open, staring at her like she had 3 breasts, 4 heads, 92 eyes because she had forgone her cigarette and coffee… to ask… if she… could… mow… my… lawn. Once I recovered I just about DIED laughing. I told her that was up to J as it was his “toy”. She zoomed downstairs, batted her eyes at my husband, told her man to move out the way, pressed herself against J’s back and said “I looooove you…” and convinced him to let her use it and mow our lawn.
I swear to you… it’s all true. It’s a perfect example of who she is and why I adore her so. Life. Is. Good.

