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Saturday, March 27, 2010

An Outhouse Fit For A King

Nothing all that terrible or funny has happened to me lately. This presented me with a ghastly dilemma - what on earth to blog about? I must admit, on Sunday, I had a terrible morning, and I wrote a long story about it. It sounded too much like feeling sorry for myself and I deemed it "non edible", so I never published it.
The hospital had called me every day for 4 or 5 days in a row, and by Wednesday, I knew I had better make an appearance. I was finally getting "on top of my game" with house work and home school, though it was short lived.
Thursday was The Sock Fashion Expert's Birthday. I sent her a bizarre 1960's ecard. I brought her home donuts and flowers, and fish (that's what she wanted for dinner). She got some cd's too. The store didn't have any big packs of fish and it would have been very expensive to buy little packs of it for all of us, so I bought us some lousy fish sticks, and her the good fish. I slept on the couch most of the day and had her 12 year old brother bake the cake for me. By the time I got up the house was trashed and the neighbor girl wanted to join the party. After some contemplation, I allowed the neighbor girl to enter the disaster zone. In the end, the neighbor girl and misc. kids helped me do the dishes and clean up a little. Art Dog's cake turned out pretty good. Even the lousy fish sticks were alright. For entertainment, Moonbeam showed us her latest dance moves wearing nothing but her diaper while we all applauded. I guess you could say, she had a pretty good birthday.
Today was our accountability girls group. It was at the neighbors, so I was thankful I didn't have to drive. Morning had come way too early. We had a really good meeting. We laughed, we cried and we ate good. Sejkay, my kayak partner was there, and now will be called "The Cowgirl". The neighbor who hosted our group has erected an interesting facility attached to thier home. It is an inner door to a connected outhouse. One must climb steps to sit on a raised seat. It reminds me of a wooden throne. The people who live there are substantially taller than I am, so that not only did I have to climb several feet up, but when I sat on it, my feet dangled in the air. It is also open and facing another neighbors property. One must hope that nobody walks by, or that the neighbor doesn't happen to walk by. It is quite an interesting and conversational monument, and I'm quite sure none of you have ever seen one quite like this one. This is why I thought you may enjoy reading about such an interesting conversation piece.
I'm feeling a little self pity being here at work tonight. I would like to be snuggled up in my bed next to my warm husband. Perhaps this is why I am blogging about my neighbors facility. Well, I suppose I cannot think of anything else I am allowed to blog about. There are things i'd like to say, but i will have to wait. Alas, you must be content with reading about the Outhouse Fit For A King.


Blessedmom's Simple Home said...

An outhouse attached to the house? I thought they usually kept them away from the house. Interesting view too :-)

Becky said...

Sending birthday blessings to Sock Fashion Expert. Blessed Birthday!

Nishant said...

I was really starting to think you were perfect. I am glad to know that you have bad days just like me.
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