I am surly today. Call me CPM - Cranky Pants Mason.I decided that it would be a fabulous idea to suck just one more sunny ounce out of summer and hit the road with the girls again this week. Beach bound we got on the highway and down came the rain. Winds blew and tiny mouths became gaping black holes of want and whine accompanied by fists of fury and destruction. "I want, I want, I want..." It was all I heard until one of the dictators passed out along side the other despot in the back seat. Silence and sunshine ensued for much of the trip.Until I got lost. Why is it that just when you miss a turn the peanut gallery in the backseat decides to create a list of demands so long and loud that you miss all the other eight turns the GPS is barking out at you in its super polite British accent? … [Read more...]
Goodbye, My Love
It was the absence of sound that first drew my attention. H kept pressing down on the little button of our beloved Krups coffee grinder and only one sound could be heard- Deafening silence. The buzzing, whirring purr of the grinder was gone. I looked at H in panic as I put Dash Two down into her sweetpeace for a nap. Heavens to mercatroid! Say it isn't so!! Not my love, my coffee grinder!H could read the overwhelming panic in my eyes. It was either that or my rapid, ragged breaths that made him realize that this was not something that was allowed to happen. He threw out some casual suggestions about how to make coffee in a house that contains no less than eight canisters or bags of beans and not one of them ground. Ask a neighbor? Pfftt.... Though now that I think about it I do know … [Read more...]