I am losing my mind here, people.
Here's the thing: we're leaving! Tonight! For a vacation I did not tell the Internet about because there's something sort of "HEY COME ROB ME" about announcing vacations online. And then people will read about the robbery and shake their heads at these stupid people with their stupid MySpaces and whatever.
Anyway. We're going to New York for Jason's birthday. Well. Wait. It's complicated. I'm going to New York tomorrow, Jason's going to New York on Friday, Noah is staying with the grandparents in Pennsylvania which is where we're all driving to TONIGHT.
I also maybe FORGOT that we were leaving tonight. The thought struck me yesterday that I should pack.
So I planned to pack today -- a small suitcase for me to take up tomorrow (it's my niece's graduation from high school, oh my damn) and then a bigger suitcase for Jason to bring up on Friday for he is Man and Strong and Can Better Get My Shoes Into The Overhead Luggage Bin, and then a suitcase for Noah and everything his precious little self could possibly need and extra Green Juice and waffles and OH SHIT THE PETS I FORGOT I HAVE TO PACK UP THE PETS TOO DAMMIT.
Adding to the chaos: an electrician came this morning to upgrade our electrical panel and split circuits and blah bzzzt blah so our house would no longer be in danger of blowing the fuck up every time we used the microwave. And given my turkey bacon habit (which I microwave slice by slice by slice, because I always believe I am only going to eat one slice), the chances of that happening were pretty high.
So the power has been off all morning, and Noah and I just...stared at each other. There was no TV. There were no Muppet videos on YouTube. It was ugly. And boring. We played outside for awhile and I tried to make a to-do and to-pack list:
Wrap gifts and get $
Assorted tank tops
That's as far as I got. So there remains a good chance that I will be running around New York City this weekend in a tank top with no pants. But I will not be suffering from a hangover.
I didn't get very far on the list because Ceiba was busy having a fucking conniption for four hours straight. Because MEN. In our HOUSE.
BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP BARK BARK BARK BARK WOOF WOOF YIP YIP BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK YIP YIP BARK.
I fed her peanut butter out of the jar until her mouth got stuck together.
Anyway. I just came online to say HI, BYE and to mention that I might not be posting here, there or everywhere for the next couple days because frankly, I could use a little vacation from the computing box. But I always say that. And then I pack my laptop anyway and pay $10 a day for hotel WiFi because I start getting all pale and invisible (like Marty in Back to the Future) after a few days offline.
So hi. Bye. Maybe. Whatever.