So the boy was home sick today.
Thankfully, my friend Peggy was brave enough to come over anyway for coffee this morning. While the boy was sprawled across his bed, bemoaning the fact that he had very possibly the worst stomach ache in the history of stomach aces EVER and DID YOU HEAR THAT, MOM? MY STOMACH HURTS!, Peggy and I had coffee in my living room and solved 84% of the world’s problems.
Or at least all the decorating problems related to WHY ISN’T THERE A NICE LITTLE SHOP IN TOWN THAT SELLS SHABBY CHIC FURNITURE LIKE WE WANT? And WHY DO WE HAVE TO SMEAR VASELINE GOOP ALL OVER WOOD BEFORE SPRAY PAINTING IT TO ACHIEVE THE WEATHERED LOOK? And YES, THE BOOK OF JAMES IN THE BIBLE HAS A WHOLE LOT OF WORTHWHILE STUFF THAT SHOULD BE MEMORIZED. And WE ARE ACTUALLY OLD ENOUGH TO MISS OUR MEMORIES NOW.
I can only imagine that Ronald Reagan would have PLUM ENJOYED having us as members of his cabinet. We are loaded with that much advice on how to make the world a better place.
Or at least a prettier place.
And really? Solving THAT MANY problems made me a little jittery from all the caffeine, but I love Peggy enough to risk a little hyperactivity from a cup of Folgers.
And then I watched entirely TOO MANY episodes of Pawn Stars with the boy on TV this afternoon. It was nice to sit in our family room together and comment on MY, WHAT BIG FEET YOU HAVE NOW, since the boy is growing up, but there’s only so many minutes that I can invest in Pawn Stars before I become an expert in medieval weaponry, Thomas Edison phonographs, and diamond rings from loves gone sour. Rest assured, if I’ve watched enough episodes to know that a replica sword from the Crusades is worth $1800, my ADD has kicked in LONG AGO.
How’d y’all spend YOUR days?