Is this thing on?
Oh, is my face red? I’m so embarrassed. As if I don’t know better at my age! And me with such pale Irish skin. You see, I went to the beach for the weekend and never even put on sunscreen. I know, I know—how stupid can a person be?
But don’t condemn me! There’s a reason I didn’t wear sunscreen. A perfectly good reason called Hurricane Charley. I know, I know—how stupid can a person be? Who goes to the beach during a hurricane? This isn’t sunburn, baby, it’s wind- and flying-debris-burn.
Well, it was for work. But I still planned to vacashe (I invented that word), and I worked tirelessly to secure an oceanfront room. That’s a hard thing to do on short notice in August in the Outer Banks. But I did it! Because I am a super vacation planner, especially when work is picking up most of the tab. And then stupid Charley ruined everything. I’m not sure who made this rule, but apparently it’s not kosher to cancel a work trip because the vacation portion has been threatened by raging tropical winds and torrential downpours. Whatever.
But I’m back. I’m going to start updating this thingie again. Topic A, since I know you’ve all been dying to know: there appears to be more than one mouse in my house. Three less than whatever the grand total was, thanks to some snap traps and my neighbor (who was minding his own business, smoking weed with his friends on his front porch at midnight, when I rushed out in my jimmies and gabbled a plea for him to please, please come in and remove the occupied mouse trap.) I hope we got them all because my mom is coming to visit and she would literally expire from horror if she saw a mouse in my house.
Anyway, I missed you guys!