December 12, 2006
My driveway sitteth empty.
doth rest its restless frame
on my sodden blacktop.
Cosmetic surgery doth ensue
on the beastly backside
that, stalwart and stoic,
so recently saved my hide.
Yeah, so, in other words, my Suburban is in the shop to have the bumper replaced and the rental car company is a no-show. I won’t mention the rental car company’s name or anything; but I will say Capt. Kirk had better be battling a whole fleet of Klingons to justify this tardiness. Between that and the rain I guess we’re not taking the kids to the new, outdoor mall tonight to see the lights, the live nativity scene, the carolers, Santa, the works. Bah humbug.
So here is something a little cheerier:
Midge in one of her Christmas outfits. Being the third girl, she has many. The picture is really much more fun when you can see her face, but you know, privacy and pervs and whatnot. The boots are a little big on her, but I found them at and end-of-season clearance last year for $5.00 and had to guess at what size she’d wear this year. She might be able to wear them again next year.
Now that our agency has had two referrals within a week’s time, and one is a boy, I’m suddenly a bit more engaged in this whole waiting process. So here is my adoption fantasy:
We get a referral sometime in February or March. Husband travels in early May. The girls and I get school finished up for the year while he’s gone. He comes home, school is done, we all have a nice, long summer break to adjust and get used to the new family dynamic. As long as I’m fantasizing, Husband’s company decides to give him two extra weeks of paid vacation so we can all go on that Caribbean cruise with Husband’s (technically ex-) step-dad and some of the siblings. Seriously, I’ve only been out of the country to go to Canada and I don’t like to fly, so a cruise would be really nice.
Hmmm . . . so what are my chances any of that will come true?
And George, if you’re out there, Tewt the Newt says hello.