I’m at a hotel at the moment. Hotels are a lot noisier than you’d think. The people who stay up even later than I do sure can’t keep quiet with it.
I’m all done report writing. I’ve also had lunch. I feel good right now. Of course, there’s all this other work sittin’ here just waiting on me to do something with it. Le sigh. Oh! DQ tried to call me while I was out yesterday. That is not real bright. Ain’t nobody gonna let her talk to nobody here. Wonder if she wanted to know if she could use me as a reference? HAH! Scumbuckets do not good references make.
I promised I’d help hide Easter eggs Sunday. They’re actually plastic eggs with goodies inside 'em. I like doing that. I’m also good at remembering where I hide 'em when a sweep of the grounds is done for missed eggs. I still say some booby traps and land mines would make the hunt more interesting but I keep getting told no. Some people are just no fun at all.
1:15 p.m. and I have run out of work to do. My life is oh so difficult. And I have decided that McDonald’s desperately needs my lunch money today.
That is all.
I’m so bored.
When VunderKind was 5, it was Easter in our then new house, and we hid plastic eggs in the yard for him to find. We put out 30 of them. He came back with 29.
“You’re missing one.”
“I got them all, Dad.”
“No, you didn’t.”
We went out into the yard to look for it, and by golly, it wasn’t there. I also knew that it held a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup, which was his favorite candy.
Apparently, it was also the favorite candy of a huge brown fox squirrel, because a little bit later we saw him sitting on the phone trunk cable, gnawing on the plastic egg to get to the goody inside.
loune has an Overlord?
Who knew?
I like the obstacle course easter egg hunt notion. And let’s loose some wild animals out there as well–kids like a challenge!
Really need to go do yardwork–you all are bad for my procrastination!
So, which one of you fought the squirrel for the peanut butter cup? 
No need for a fight when you’ve got a good gun.
Well, I had to come home. The daughter called me from school and asked me to come get her. This is a rarity for her. Usually, she toughs it out, but she couldn’t today.
Normally, I’d go back to work but she’s sorta bad off, so I figured I’d stay home with her. Besides, I’ve got stuff that needs doing around here, so here’s an unexpected opportunity to do so.
The sun is out and it is beautiful out here, but the stuff that really needs doing is inside stuff. Over the weekend, I decided to clean out the desk and the cupboards above it and clear out all the damn paperwork, bill statements and the gazillion credit card offers and stuff. I’ve been a shredding machine. It’s just about done. I also need to do some serious cleaning up in the bonus room. The kids hang out up there and watch TV and stuff and aren’t the best about cleaning up their mess. I only go in there to get my clean laundry when it hasn’t been folded yet. I looked at it this morning and said, “Self, this is a mess. It needs some work”. So, after I clean up downstairs, I’ll start on the bonus room upstairs. I did get the laundry room sorted out over the weekend, so that’s one less to-do on my list.
Off to start my chores.
Well, of course! They’re having crazy hotel sex! That’s one of the great things about travel.
It’s not that kind of noise. Trust me. Unless they’re doing something really weird.
Man, did I ever have a rough night. Too much caffeine and general anxiety make for a restless Telperien. I hope I can hold out until it’s actually night again. I’m imagining passing out at dinner.
No need for a gun. Peanut butter cups ain’t that tough to bring down.
Yeah but them squirrels. . .
Plus you gotta deal with the kid.
You can cage the squirrel. He’ll make a good stew fattened up. But, yeah, might need a good gun to get the peanut butter cup away from the kid…
The MMP can go kind of crazy sometimes, can’t it? Three pages on Tuesday!
Telperien, sorry I misspelled your name. You were Harimad-sol, right?
Seven loads of laundry done and half put away, two batches of whole wheat bun dough and one attempted brioche rising, and I’ve got a sink full of dishes to wash. Also I should make afternoon tea/dinner sometime. Later today maybe I’ll make a big batch of grilled veggies and marinate them in garlic and olive oil.
The cats have been no help at all.
Attacks Husband brought us a package of Mexican Hot Chocolate from one of the best chocolatiers in the city. I may have to exercise it in a few minutes. Put it through its laps.
welby, what do you like to do? What does welbywife enjoy? The film fest is probably right downtown near the museum and the art gallery. You could go through Chinatown, go mall shopping if you really want to, stroll through the most damn expensive shopping district in Toronto… what do you enjoy?
Hmmmm, there’s an already tenderized (read ran-over) squirrel on the road that leads to my development. Do you want me to package it up for you and send to you? He’s fairly fresh; been laying there for about a day. 
I’m hungry, but nothing sounds appetizing. How messed up is that?
I got productive! I know you all are so proud.
So far, outside, I have:
Scooped out all the rotting vegetation and dead worms out of the Puddle and put detritus on the compost heap.
Refilled it with clean water and got the pump going.
Spread Preen over all but two flower beds.
Burned off the high ornamental grass (I’m a pyro) and put out the fire (duh).
Collected various bits of garbage and placed them for pick up in AM.
Washed the storm door and stored it.
Put in screen in front door after washing it.
Noted where I need to spray this week and where I need to weed.
Dragged out all the porch furniture.
Dragged out all the deck furniture.
Drank some water, changed into shorts and ate another marshmallow egg (damn!).
Taking a break right now.
I’m tired just reading about it. I’m also jealous. I’ve spent all day printing and copying for a meeting tonight. 
That’s alright Taters. Since you’re home early and got the time, here’s you a recipe for squirrel stew. When they ask you what it is, just say it’s chicken. They’ll never know the difference.
Or, do what I do. If somebody asks what I’m cooking for dinner I say meat. If I’m asked what kind, I say, “Dunno, ain’t been up to the road to see what’s out there yet.”
Hee-hee, I actually read the recipe. I kept expecting it say something along the lines of “add the termaters”, etc.
My favorite response to what’s for dinner is, “Cat turds rolled in used kitty litter and deep fried”. Shuts them all right up. 
This response usually comes out of me when I don’t feel like cooking.
Please tell me somebody has the courage to say either, “Again!” or “Aww, I had that for lunch!” Cause, you know, I would.