Monday Memos ~ Lazy Day Edition


Okay so yes it is Labor Day, but I’m having a lazy day, so it’s my lazy day edition.  Lazy because I have NOTHING at all to do.  No kids to watch, no where to go, been there, done that, have the day OFF.  Sadly that means off from The Count too, as he has to work.  Ripping out and tiling a bathroom doesn’t sound like the way to spend a holiday to me but the money is too good to pass up.

Dear Self,

Okay sweetheart, off the pity party bus.  I have been having myself a bit of a pity fest over the lack of time I get with my kids,  and the amount of time their dad, daddy’s girlfriend and others that frequent the marital residence and pool/hot tub get to spend with my babies.  Seeds of bitterness that  land on the soil of my heart are usually quickly eaten up by birds of positive thoughts.  I guess it was my ‘blue’ day of PMS, but I let it get to me yesterday and the day before a bit, causing some of those seeds to take root and become seedlings with the potential to be seriously rooted weeds that would be no good to anyone.  A few tears and a pep talk from The Count and I grabbed a virtual garden tool and yanked those growths by the roots.  Not prudent to allow that.  After all, if hate starts growing that is free rent space in my heart and mind granted to the former prince who deserves no space, even at outrageous prices, right?

Love,

Me

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Dear Cats,

The food in all of the food bowls is exactly the same.  Poured from the same bag into the bin, then scooped from said bin into each food bowl.  It most certainly is NOT different nor does it taste better from the oval bowl than it does from the round one.  When the oval one is empty, eat out of the other bowl!  Do not lay in the upstairs hallway carrying on like you are dying until we fill the pink bowl.  Get a grip on yourself, especially you, Noel.  The 3 of you are worse than a bunch of children!

Sincerely,

The Staff

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Dear Self,

Never again ruin a cup of perfectly wonderful coffee by putting creamer in it.  GROSS, GAG, PUKE!  Stick to black, it is far better that way.

Love,

Me

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Dear Schleprock,

Look neighbor, this is the 4th time in 7 days that you are cutting your grass.  The yard is huge and you own a riding mower, yet you use that old push version.  All of the neighbors are onto you, this is a way to avoid being stuck in the house talking to the wife, isn’t it?  Trust me sweetie, if we all figured it out, she has too.  No  one’s grass grows this fast.  You are not fooling anyone when you shovel .5 inches  of snow over and over, same reason we get it.

Whatever you finally used to make your shutters stay attached to the house, seems to be working.  But we did find it very entertaining to watch one fall off in every storm and you out there angrily tossing it into the garage, along with the down spout that fell off the roof onto the wife’s car.  Sorry we so easily amused at your antics and bad luck at upkeep on the homestead,  but we simply cannot help it.

The Diva Den

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Dear Count,

Thanks SO much for another fantastic weekend.  You rock my world and I am enjoying this relationship so very much. Watching it unfold at it’s own pace and relaxing and soaking in your attention and affection has been nothing short of amazing.  The way you look at me gives me butterflies and turns me inside out.   Be careful and gentle with my heart, it is a fragile thing but I entrust it to your care.

I am having so much fun and have such sweet memories in simple things like the festival and bingo with corn, being hand fed french fries in the rain, and watching  turtle races.  I still want to know what made those little things run that fast! 🙂

You are by far the best!

Love,

Me

*for the curious, I added the Count’s photo (with his permission) to the Supporting Cast page*

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2 thoughts on “Monday Memos ~ Lazy Day Edition

  1. hahahaha. Loved the letter to the cats. could be cuz it’s so true.

    and, are you sure that your neighbor isn’t my neighbor. maybe they are related. yeah, that’s it

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