Jakandy Bennu

Call the plumber.

Problem? It seems that there are shards of hot, broken glass shooting out of the showerhead.

So, we’ve been spending all morning tinkering with this thing, and we’ve discovered something.

Wordpress, perhaps more than Microsoft or Mozilla, is adept at making things userfriendly to the idiots, while simultaneously making things difficult for those blogging elite, like ourselves, who damn well know what we want to do with it.

Case in point:

Uh

Hell, I don’t remember now.  Anyway, its stupid, and it pisses me off. Friggin, uh, stuff.

I have to go aloe up now.  Ow.

BTW. We added linkeys. If thou hath been linketh, then thou mighth knoweth whyeth.  Lets all just keep it on the dl, now.

Cuz we’re all street.

Word.

OK, we’re back home again. Our beach trip, not counting driving, lasted a mighty 36 hours. Add that to the 16 hours of driving, and it equals the vacational equivalent of going to visit your brother in the Florida state pen.

Not that my brothers there, yet.

This is a pictorial account of my vacation, by me.

As you can see, the youngest really didn’t suffer much of a sunburn. I chalk that up to a lifetime of drinking Oak Ridge water. Its those early years that really add to the mutation.

Here are some real pictures, for those who are into those things and stuff:

So we went and breakfasted at “Hot Stack”, which, as it turns out, had some kickass pancakes. All starched and sugared up, we got it on at the beach. It was freakin sweet. We’re taking a little time out at the hotel currently, counting our sunburns, and taking showers and beers. Bell is looking a bit lobsteresque, the 11 yr old (we haven’t settled on names yet for the kids) has a nice chafe on the side of his leg, the 5 yr old is looking bronzed, and my only problem is that apparently my knees burn before the rest of my body. Go figure.

Oh, and I seem to have lost my room key. Good thing my lovely and talented wife is more responsible.

We’ve spent something like 4 hours at the beach having a high time. Theres a lifeguard with lemon-bleached hair down to his shoulders , driving around sidesaddle on an ATV, and every time he drives be the Lady and I are compelled to sing “Fabulous Lifeguaaaaaaard”…the music would have a boom-chicka somewhere in it.

Guess it makes more sense if you hear it.

We woke up this morning about 180 feet above this.

Pretty freakin’ sweet, huh?

Gettin oil changed,
I try to post from the phone
Javascript not ready.

So I wait.
And I wait.

But its still not ready.

Neither is the car.

I sit in the grass, because the old people are in the 3 seats inside.

And I wait,
and I wait.

Realtorchick honks as she drives by.

And the javascript isn’t loading.
And the oil isn’t changed.
And the light to cross the street never changes from the red hand.

I high five the red hand, and cross the street. Honeysuckles in bloom.

I sit in the grass with my phone.

And I wait
And I wait.

The shade of the trees dance. The cars drive by.

I flick an ant from my arm.

And the javascript is loading.
And the oil is being changed.

And I wait,
And I wait.

But I don’t mind.

I left work last night at 9:30 pm and went home to go straight to bed.

At 1:45 am, I got a phone call from the security service at work to tell me the front door was open.
I jumped out of bed..put on jeans, sandals..grabbed purse and slung my hair into a pony. Drove to work.

The police met me there. Checked out the place (all clear, btw..think the door got wiggled)… while I was reseting the alarm. Umm. Trying to reset the alarm. Yeah. Trying again. Maaaaybe it’s THIS one..Nope. And again…

I couldn’t remember my alarm code. Combination of adrenaline, sleepy, noise and two K-9 officers standing over my shoulder. I had to call my boss for the number. Ugg.

Went home and back to bed. My sleeping husband mumbled something to me and pulled me in for cuddles.

We woke up 30 minutes late this morning. Heard the alarm. Actually, we interacted with it. But it didn’t get us out of bed. Puppy started barking and that snapped us back.

I’m tired.

I hate starting mornings in the fog of sleepy.

I think we should start the morning over.