Four days until Christmas. I still have a couple of gifts to buy and some grocery shopping to do. I’ll also do some last minute clean up work around the house because I never think that it looks quite good enough for company. (I live with two males. They don’t get it.) But, despite all that – I’m trying to send out a little fun this Christmas. I ‘Elfed’ my little family yesterday and this is my Christmas Card to all the Something’s Burning readers. So if you need to destress – go elf yourself. Guaranteed laughs.
Posts Tagged ‘fun’
Posted by starwoodgal on December 21, 2009
Posted by starwoodgal on September 3, 2009
This gives ‘Labor Day’ an entirely different meeting.
My mother – circa 1956. Hanging laundry out to dry (Dad was still in the navy and wore a lot of white).
The expression on her face says it all. I think I’ll go hug my washer AND dryer.
Happy Labor Day weekend y’all!
Posted by starwoodgal on June 19, 2009
Scene: Yesterday. Hot summer afternoon. Me, sitting inside the house. Blinds closed. Ceiling fan on. Air conditioning running. I have a big glass of iced tea in my hand, and cold rag on my forehead. And, I’m still sweating. Like a Kentucky Derby race horse. Husband enters the room oblivious to how hot I am.
Tim: So. When do you want to take a vacation?
Tim: Come on. Be serious. I have 3 weeks and 2 days to take and we need to take some time off soon or I’ll go crazy. (Notice the WE and the I in that sentence. He means him.)
Me: (clearly annoyed) Well Dude! I only have 5 days of vacation per year and I don’t want to be hot during my vacation because that would not be fun at all. Nor do I enjoy bugs.
Pause.10 minutes goes by. He believes enough time has elapsed to approach me again. Perhaps he thinks I might have had a mini stroke from the heat and have no recall of said conversation.
Tim: Kay (his sister) called and wanted to know if we wanted to go on the river trip next month.
Me: Wait. Back-up. Is this conversation about a ‘vacation’ or is this conversation about ‘a trip to the White River with your family’ (again)?
Me: Again. I am NOT using any of MY vacation days to do something that only YOU want to do. I do not fish. I do not want to be trapped in a cabin in remote nowhere with nothing to do while you fish.
Tim: Then how are we going to take a vacation together?
Me: I guess we won’t because I’m going somewhere I do not have to fish, cook, clean, do laundry or anything that resembles my everyday life. Because, if it does involve any of those things, it does not qualify as a vacation. Which, by the way, I haven’t had a real one since January of 2003 (skiing in Colorado vacation. Where I still had to cook and do laundry. But it was worth it. Because it was cold and I was skiing and it was F-U-N. Fun!). I need something new, fun, and relaxing to do, which qualifies as a vacation.
Tim: So. You’re saying you don’t want to go to the river?
Me: (removing cold cloth from my head and firmly setting my tea on the table so I could stare him in the eyes.) I’m saying I don’t want to go to the river for every stinking weekend, every vacation and holiday (which we’ve done for the past 5 years). I’m done. And, (said in jest and sarcastically) this is why I’m picking up a passport application at the post office today. In this heat, Canada is sounding really good right about now.
Tim: I bet there’s some great fishing in Canada.
Me: (Staring at him with mouth slack-jawed and eye bulging.) I’m sooooooo about to go Clint Eastwood on you.
Y’all have a great weekend.