A little more action over here…
Yes, it has been a busy time at The House of Peevish, and so — perhaps you noticed? — I took a bit of a break from blablahblah-ing all over Teh Interwebs about it.
Now, part of it was that we went to Cuba. I know, I did briefly mention it, in the abstract. (And the concrete, with the moaning over shots and whatnot.) But I wasn’t all GUESS WHAT WE’RE GOING TO CUBA TOMORROW WOOHOO. Because it’s just good common sense to, you know, NOT advertise all over your blog that you’re going to be out of the country and not home and OHAI INTERNET STALKING BURGLARS WE’RE NOT HOME COME STEAL ALL OUR STUFF KTHXBAI.
So, you know, that happened.
Also, BDH was set to have surgery. And that meant that I’d be busy, not just with my regular running to and from therapies and swimming and karate and whatever with That Girl, and my usual work around the house (and not), but also taking care of BDH. So, before that date came along, there was rescheduling of all of life’s busy events and clearing a couple of weeks of the calendar to be available.
Except… it was supposed to be today. It got postponed at the 11th hour, yesterday afternoon, because the surgeon is sick.
So. Suddenly and without warning, LOOKIT ALL THE TIME I HAVE.
Okay, not really. But after several unusually busy and/or absent weeks… I find myself with some time to sit. And post.
SO. How have you been, Internet Peeps? Have you been well? Busy? That’s nice. Or not. I don’t know. Answer however you feel appropriate; you know we trust you.
I’ve been fine. But it has been a tiring, and in some ways tiresome, couple of weeks. So the break was a good one.
Anyway. Things have happened! You have missed things, O Internetfriends, oh yes you have!! (Okay, not really super duper exciting things, to be completely honest. But whatever. Shut up.) I have to tell you about:
- my ridiculous 24 hours of blood pressure,
- being in the middle of a tempers-approaching-critical angry mob situation in the airport in Cuba,
- cancellation policies of ridiculous proportions,
- Dudebros, both foreign and domestic,
- killer moths, and
- other tales of the ridiculous from life here in Peevishland.
But not now. Now, I must go pack a bag and then cart That Girl across town for swimming lessons.
Which, as you well know, could be another adventure. Stranger things have happened.