I’m home and I am staying put. For at least a day or two. It all depends on how my sister is doing. (You hear that Natalie? I may be coming back. Fire up that coffee pot and get out the mop.)
Speaking of Natalie, I told you I would give you the scoop on her floor. Okay, you see she complains that it is white and she is always cleaning it. She claims it is because she is a masochistic idiot (her words, not mine). But after visiting there I discovered something. Her floor is possessed. No, not demon possessed or anything that scary. It appears to have some sort of magnetic field that causes anything you are holding that would make a nice splat or splatter to leap from your hand/cup/plate onto the floor. I saw it with my own two eyes.
You see, after Natalie offered me a dainty sliver of cake (Yes, dainty. That’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it.), I went to take a bite and ~splat~, a strawberry jumped from my plant and was sucked to the magnetic floor. Later, after the “I’m so sorry! I don’t know what happened” speech, I was minding my own business drinking my coffee. (Ahhh, yes, she fixed me a hot cup of that wonderful nectar of the gods. And not any boring old store bought no name kind. It was freshly ground Starbucks coffee beans complete with a yummy creme de mint flavoring. It was delicious!) So anyway, as I sit there minding my own business, my coffee suddenly sloshes around in it’s cup (of it’s own free will, I might add) and propels itself towards her white floor. It so wasn’t my fault. I don’t spill coffee. I just don’t.
And seeing how my ability to impress and delight was going so well, I decided to show off my grace with one of my intricate ballet moves. (Oh sure, to the untrained eye, it might have looked like twisting my ankle, stumbling for 5- 6 feet and then falling smack down on my ass. But that would be to the untrained eye. It was actually a very intricate move, I tell you!)
It was a great time! I made myself right at home. I even stole 4 books right from her bookshelf. (Shhh, don’t tell.) My kids were mad att me when it was time to go. They all enjoyed playing together. There was even the whole “Next time when you come over we can….” speech from Nicholas when we left. And my Little Diva thought she died and went to heaven when she saw Zoe’s girl room. A real live girl for her to play with blew her away! Nat’s kids are wonderful and totally adorable and charming. It was awesome to get to meet them and see them in action.
There was only one thing that I really didn’t like about going to hang with Nat and Peter. It made me ticked off that I don’t live in Houston so that we can do it more often. But soon, guys, I am only an hour and a half away (rather than 6 hours).