Penguins from Mary Poppins

Penguins from Mary Poppins
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Thursday, June 30, 2005

Panic Attack Over

Okay, now that my mind can keep focus on a single issue for longer than 3 seconds...

The recycled husband will arrive here late Friday night. He is bringing a child with him but it appears to be only for the remainder of summer. Said child refuses to live with us because he is apparently afraid of school buses since his mother has always given him rides to and from school. This is his sole reason, I swear. I'm just letting it go, since I have no idea whether it's my place to try to fix it or not. Being the wicked stepmother does have its disadvantages.

My car has a leak in a hose someplace, which is why it overheats. So long as I dump coolant in it daily, I'm fine until the hose breaks completely or I get it in to be replaced, whichever comes first.

It stormed last night. Lots of lightening, thunder, and rain. Now, my area is flooding too--but only in a few select locales according to this a.m.'s news. It has also decided not to be as humid. Still hot, but not sticky. Don't matter to me, I have Central Air.

My bank tells me that until I am gainfully employed, I am a leper. Fine. I've been a leper before in a variety of circumstances. Being persona non grata is nothing new to me. They'll kick themselves when I am a rich and famous author though and won't use their piddling services.

My children are no longer attached to my hip. They have rediscovered the outdoors. It seems that we have a large family of woodchucks (aka groundhogs) living under a shed in our yard. The babies are almost grown and the entire family can be seen several times a day frolicking about the yard and drive. Living in the country, we also have an assortment of groundsquirrels, raccoons, and oppossum. That and a nearby farm has puppies, kitties, and horses to go visit. Which was fine until the horses broke loose and ended up in the field next to my house at 6 this morning. Ever try to herd horses that early? It isn't fun. Not recommended. The owner met us about 50 yards from the fence (broken), apologizing profusely, and thanking us for getting his horses back. Thank goodness he didn't think they'd been stolen. There's still that nasty little hanging law on the books for horse-thievery.

See? Told you I could handle it. I just had to figure out what was going on. The Redhead wins again!

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