Finding Joy in Snarkville

An Open Letter to my House:

If I don’t come home tonight, I want you to know why.  It isn’t because the Prince pissed me off or that Duke had to run around in circles before sitting down for shoes and socks for the upteenth time.  No, my dear sweet, Franken-house, it is YOU.  You are hot (not in the good way).  You are now a bit muggy.  And you are a wee bit messy.  I need to be away from you for awhile.  I think we both might need our space a bit.  Perhaps when you cool off again, you will call me and I’ll come home.  Until then, I’m thinking I’ll be at Knit Night — they have AC.

Yours,

The Queen

Prince will tell you that this house sucks on so many levels, at about the same time I’m extolling all its little virtues. However, I have to say — with 100 degree weather looming, and no sweet fog in sight, I’m beginning to think all those people who told us, “You don’t need AC in Snarkville.”  maybe a little “touched” in the head by the heat.

Yes, the Queen is grumpy.  Perhaps it is the lack of sleep — you see the Queen prefers the house to be cold and to have lots of covers while she slumbers.  Even thought the air outside is in the 60’s (once that would have meant I wore WOOL —but that when I lived in the Tropics of Snark) this well insolated house HOLDS the dang heat.

Alright, enough about the heat.  I’m thrilled to let you all know that the Prince is going to go to Motorcycle Safety School THIS weekend.  While I know he doesn’t believe me, I even arranged for him to have the better class (the morning on the range which is MUCH cooler) than I took.  He’s complaining about the 7am start time (for which you can’t be late).  I’m more thrilled that his day will be done by about 3pm AND he’ll be inside in the cool air after riding for 5 hours.  He’ll thank me for this one day, right?

And in the more than you wanted to know about potty training category, Duke has finally decided that the big potty isn’t all that scary.  He flatly refused to use the big one, in favor of his little one, for so long I thought I’d never get to take him out in public again.  So we made a deal with him, sit on the big potty and get ice cream.  He did, got his ice cream, and hasn’t gone back to the little one.  I’m going to leave the little one in the bathroom through the weekend, if he still isn’t using it — it is going AWAY.  Do you think I should offer it up to the mother’s club?  If so, help me write the “ad” for it.   This is the model we have. Needless to say the reward stickers are gone — but none were put ON the potty itself, Duke prefers his stickers on his hands.

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