Take Me Back To Savannah!!!

I’m home.  Our trip was great after that first crazy night.  It was possibly one of the best vacations I have ever taken.  I want to go back.  Now.

I came home and the goddess had not been touched by soap since I left.  No brush had caressed her tangled golden tresses in days.  Her toes were dirty. 

Tim and Josh had cleaned the basement (hooray), but laundry was mounded everywhere.  How much clothing can you go through in five days?  Apparently a lot.  Every available surface is cluttered with something; either mail or newspapers or dirty dishes. 

Tim and Josh rented an “R” rated movie while I was gone and watched it, possibly corrupting Josh for life.  It was a bloody movie about a shooter.  I believe it was called “The Shooter”.  Great, one more thing to worry about when he goes to high school.  Wasn’t the Barney Movie available instead?

The pantry and refrigerator have been ravaged.  Empty boxes all OVER the pantry!  Just once I would like for someone to take the last item and then thoughtfully REMOVE the box from the pantry.  All the good Oreos are gone.  (They have a new product, a soft cake-like oreo stuffed with creme….so good!!!)  No milk, no bread, no juice, no nothing.  It’s like a plague of locusts came through the kitchen, leaving emptiness in their wake.

So now I get to set it all to rights.  I must conquer the laundry, re-stock the pantry and refrigerator and throw away the empty boxes.  Or maybe I’ll just play Pogo and look at my Savannah pictures.

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10 Comments

  1. Kiki
    Posted August 7, 2007 at 8:08 am | Permalink

    Cakesters. And I am waitng for my children to beg me for them, but they look sinfully artery clogging. I like Oreo’s, but after 3 or 4, I feel sick–I think it is the pure trans fat filling that makes my stomach hurt!

    My place wasn’t much worse than when I left it, and he had actually run the vacuum cleaner–we have to to clean up the bunny debris. I’m with you. The next time think about running away, I will fantasize about Savannah–sans Girl Scouts, of course!

    If it is any consolation, the clerks at our local video store really pushed us to rent The Shooter, but I declined. They said it was great! Not my kind of movie. Oh well. Maybe Josh will be inspired to become a sniper for the good ol US of A.

  2. Posted August 7, 2007 at 8:14 am | Permalink

    Glad you’re back. Savannah is a fun city, and I’d love to go again sometime. I vote for playing Pogo, looking at your pictures, and making the kids clean the house.

  3. Gina
    Posted August 7, 2007 at 8:16 am | Permalink

    Oh, I don’t want to hear it. At least you got a trip. I had to clean up the debris and I didn’t even get to go anywhere. At least you have a lawn guy so something gets done. I’m still trying to get my husband to cut the damn grass – two and a half weeks AFTER the dog was attacked savagely by that POISONOUS SNAKE!!!

  4. Kiki
    Posted August 7, 2007 at 10:54 am | Permalink

    So glad Doodlebug is okay! Pretty scary! It was very nice not having to do anything as far as cleaning or cooking for 5 days, although the laundy before and after has been intense! I never go anywhere, either! This was really fun! We’ve got to take a girl’s trip and you’re coming, Gina!

  5. Bill
    Posted August 7, 2007 at 12:10 pm | Permalink

    I feel like husband bashing is occurring here…..

  6. Posted August 7, 2007 at 1:03 pm | Permalink

    With all due respect to Kathy, I vote for you to just kick everyone’s butt (other than yours of course) out into the streets to face whatever fate awaits them there, ignore the mess as if it doesn’t even exist, and to then to luxuriate in a nice lengthy warm and soothing bubble bath while enjoying your intoxicating beverage of choice. You may invite me to scrub and massage your back if you wish to. 🙂

  7. dailydiatribes
    Posted August 7, 2007 at 2:37 pm | Permalink

    Don, I would love to take your advice, but it would necessitate removing the toilet plunger from the tub (isn’t that where everyone stores theirs???), scrubbing the black ring out of the tub and bleaching it. I guess I’ll just skip it. The back massage however…..

  8. Posted August 8, 2007 at 6:38 am | Permalink

    I think men are genetically incapable of placing an empty box/carton in the trash. My particular man is also incapable of putting a full box/carton back into the pantry.

    Now if he can replace the empty one, what’s the problem with the full one????

  9. Teensy
    Posted August 8, 2007 at 7:27 am | Permalink

    She’s home!!! But I’m with Gina! Ya got to go somewhere!! Road trip for us girls and I know someone with a condo to rent at the beach!!!! Road trip, road trip!!!!!!!

  10. Posted August 8, 2007 at 8:15 am | Permalink

    “The back massage however…..”

    However?


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