Twenty Twenty Twenty-Four Hours to Go...

I WANNA BE SEDATED.

Just kidding. This week with Aaron gone has not been that bad--but I am ready to have him back. Anna was very good until today when she had some inexplicable crying/crankypantsness. She apparently was quite freaked out by the sight of me dusting--perhaps I haven't done it in a year?--and was shocked by my timely removal of Easter decorations. As in, WHERE ARE YOU TAKING THOSE BUNNIES? NOOOOOOOO!

But tonight we had a wonderful dinner at friends' gorgeous house and rolled on their amazing lawn. Few things are better in life than rolling on thick green grass. Strawberry pie may be one of them.

We will go to Portland Monday night to fly to Michigan early Tuesday. That leaves little over 48 hours after Aaron gets home to deal with all his sweaty laundry, pack, prep for the housesitters, make sure bills are paid and cloth diapers are all clean, make a bank and Dramamine run, etc.

Just get me to the airport, put me on a plane
Hurry hurry hurry, before I go insane . . .

. . . and agree to go paintballing Friday afternoon. Yes, freshman and sophomore girls are going to shoot balls of paint at me in the middle of the woods. And you know I'm a target since I'm old, though I have the advantage over Bubbles for being (1) not as old as him and (2) not their eighth grade media teacher upon whom they'd like to exact revenge. Still, what was I thinking?

I can't control my fingers, I can't control my brain
Oh no no no no no

I'll let you know how the bruises look and if I can still walk.

Just put me in a wheelchair, get me to the show . . .
I wanna be sedated!