TW and RJ left early this morning for their weekend at the Happiest Place On Earth. It’s very quiet here, with just me and the still sleeping Prince and the mostly sleeping dogs, cats, rat, turtles (wait, I don’t believe the turtles actually sleep) and bird.
I’m making use of the quiet to catch up on my inbox and my feeds. I keep seeing things I want to share with TW or comment about to TW. So every now and then I start to think “OK I’m going to send her an email about this stuff” (like she won’t have enough to read tonight when she gets back to the hotel room.)
But, here’s the weird thing, every time I start to think about sending her an email – she calls me. (Or she has RJ call me.) That’s nice but instead of talking about my feeds or email or blog comments or her message boards, we talk about the weather or the rest stops or the exit ramps at I4. I could still send her that email but every time she calls, it causes me to forget whatever it was I was going to tell her in the first place.
Weird, right?
weird and sappy…geez
Sigh. yeah. Too bad that contrary to popular belief we don’t fully share a brain.
Like I didn’t get a chance to tell you about the man I told her I was taking a picture of because I wanted her to STOP MAKING THAT FACE AT THE CAMERA. She was planning to tattle on me. Or the belly dancer who kept turning when I tried to take a picture, making for some impressively blurry pictures. Or how I do think the small world face lift went well.
Or just to turn to you and give you the look when people are acting horridly with their children. I have never understood those people who spend all day yelling at their tired/overstimulated kid at Disney. Forget riding every ride, go play and sit and THAT will be the happiest thing. (and for goodness sake stop trying to bribe children with goldfish-pepperidge farm products should be BANNED from disney. I swear. When they dump out the backpacks and diaper bags at the gate-they should remove all goldfish!)
But I missed the emails tonight when I did check. Just because I am used to weird little ones when we are apart though I think I am not used to the apart thing anymore. She is fast asleep and I will be soon, I hope…with a gazillion feeds unread…but with a very happy little girl. (who spent a lot of time saying we should call you or we should remember to tell you (or the prince or the other girls) (BTW-one other thing-a Cheetah Girls towel would be MUCH worse to take to synchro than a towel belonging to a brother.)