me dum dum, part deux

or, me dum dum, too, if you prefer.

on the last nite of a very enjoyable visit with MEH and his family, and also with our younger brother, i screwed up.

i rode with our brother to have supper together on the last nite before we left, and as it was raining when we got there, we made a mad dash for the doorway.

it never occurred to me that my camera was in his car, and it didn’t occur to me till after we got back to our hotel, when i was looking for my phone charger.

which was in my camera bag.

our flight left at 8:00 am, so i had no way to retrieve the camera (or the charger) before we left.

so as i type this, i am awaiting the arrival of the fed ex truck, which will be delivering both to me at some point today.

what a maroon, heh?

The Day Before

Well, pretty much exactly 24 hours from this post, the plane carrying my annoying beloved relatives will be arriving.  It’s been a long wait, but I suppose the expense the trouble the hassle it will be worth it.  We’ve got plans for fun activities on some days, and room for plain old visiting on other days.  It should be nice.  Haven’t seen them in… oh, let’s see… 3 years?  Or is it 4?  Wow.  That’s quite a while.

I’m sure we’ll suffer a few Pokes during the visit.  I already know it will be hot.  The day we’re planning to go to the amusement park, it’s supposed to hit 95. <insert sizzling sound here>  But again, it will be worth it.  For them.  Bwah ha ha!

By the way, a few people have started shortening my “name” to MEH.  I actually really like that because of its meaning.  That definitely suits me.  It was purely unintentional, but sometimes mysterious fortune works in our favor.  Of course, it really screws us over later on, but we can enjoy these little things.

So, Southerngirl and crew, we’ll see you soon.

Me Dumb-Dumb

I’m true to my word.  Given that the embarassing story was finally told by Southerngirl, I shall now tell my own tale of empty-headedness.

Some time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, I was getting ready to leave for work.  I worked overnight at the time, so it was already past 8:00.  My own dear wife was visiting with her aunt, and had taken the kiddies with her.  They still weren’t back when I had to leave, and I tried to figure out what to do.  I couldn’t leave and lock the door, because then she wouldn’t be able to get back inside.  But I couldn’t leave the door unlocked, thereby leaving our place open to numerous unsavory charactors.  Indecisive, I wanted to call her, but she had the cellphone and I didn’t know the number of her aunt’s place.  (We dial these things straight from the cell’s memory, you know.)  In the end, I figured it was better to make sure she and the kids could get in to the house even if potentially having our barely-classifiable-as-valuable valuables stolen.  I left for work, hoping for the best.

It wasn’t until I got to work that I remembered that she had driven to visit her aunt.  Which meant she had keys.  Which meant I was a moron.

tinkling turtle?

last nite my son, cade, and i were sitting outside when we saw our dog noelle jumping up and down and heard her barking maniacally, and decided to investigate.

turns out there was a rather large turtle next to her kennel, and she wanted at it.

we thought we’d bring it onto the patio where the light was better, and check it out, cuz we don’t usually come across turtles in our yard.

squirrels, yes, turtles, no.

cade, being a 13 year old boy and a typical contrary teenager, said, “mom, you carry it.”

so i did.

at which point water…what seemed to be gallons of water…poured out and onto my crocs.***

cade was laughing as i was insisting that it was, in fact water, (and where this “water” was supposed to have come from i don’t know – do turtles carry an extra stash under their shells?), and he was just as vehemently insisting that the turtle had just peed on my shoes.

private note to KDF…just tryin to maintain my PG-13 rating, ya know!

and he found this quite amusing.  think he suspected something when he got me to carry the dang turtle?

fortunately, my hose was nearby, my crocs were rinsed (and my hands were scrubbed, of course) and the turtle was released.

also, noelle was able to rest easy now that the intruder was gone and the premises were secured.

***see, MEH, why it is useful to be able to hose off your shoes?   ;p