Everyone has a hidden talent.
Mine happens to be that I am a superb toilet plunger. Forgive my bragging.
And this hidden talent has come in quite handy, I might add.
Before the summer of '95, I had no experience whatsoever with plunging toilets. You could say I was afraid of the dreaded toilet plunger.
Until Hume Lake hired me for Night Accomodations. Aka midnight toilet plunger. That summer of '95 I plunged over 250 toilets.
My first night on the job was terrifying to say the least. Veteran night accomo employees proudly wore a custom t-shirt hailing the terrors of their beloved job. The inscription on the tee read "It's not a job, it's a nightmare" accompanying a man repelling into a toilet, plunger in hand, with a close pin over his nose.
We were a rag-tag bunch of wily scoundrels...scorned by the
Life Guards rest of Hume Society. Ironically, we thought we were so cool. And I still maintain that we had one of the most posh jobs at Hume. You know aside from all the poo.
Head Chef made us a personalized late dinner each night.
Slept in till noon every day(Hm....wonder why I still have such bad sleep habits...).
GOT TO PLAY AT HUME LAKE ALL DAY LONG FOR THE ENTIRE SUMMER.
Our crew would often take one of the beaters out to the Sequoias in the middle of the night and watch the sun rise, atop huge majestic rocks.
Beat that for a job.
This weekend a fellow toilet plunger, Dan Moos, got hitched in Washington. Dan Moos. Mad genius with a wild mop-top of curly red hair. Zany sense of humor. But very innocent and down-to-earth. He was a very rare bird. And everybody loved him. Yes, he was very special.
Dan liked to call me the 'matron of misery'. I was quite the instigator back in the day. Got it from my dad.
This weekend, John left me in charge of 4 little boys so he could DRIVE to Washington to attend the wedding of Mr. Moos. John paid me $100 to babysit the boys for the weekend. He is so sweet. Never mind the fact that they were my own kids...ANYWAYS.
I wish I could have gone with John, but I literally had no one to watch the boys. All moms were out of town this weekend. Besides, Twain would have needed to come with, and driving with a 3 month old in a car for days on end did not sound particularly appealing.
John requested I make a card for Dan and his bride. "Can you make something with your Cricut?", he asked. Now, how on earth could I refuse that request? My hubby asking me to use my Cricut amused me immensely for some reason.
Anyone in the mood for a pun?
My boss once said puns were the lowest form of humor. If so, it doesn't get any lower than this. Here is the card I made for Dan and his lovely bride.
And no, the toilet bowl was not made using the cricut. I don't think they have a toilet edition to the cricut cartridges. Although that would be way cool.
Inside of card.
Way to go Dan! We are all so very, very happy for you!
So, I've been very busy watching 4 little boys all day long for the past few days. Did I mention all by myself???(well, except for friday night when Ellie spent the night to protect me from intruders). I was so proud of myself. And it was not horrible. Although my ears are still ringing from the constant screaming of a certain Twain. He was having a hard time sharing me.
And wee! As of today, 5 weeks straight without any sweets! I have no idea where I am heading with this. It just kind of happened. I originally intended to have just one sweet a week.
But at the time, there was nothing to eat that was worth breaking the sugar fast over.
Until the Dewars ice cream with butterfinger topping. MMMmmmmm.
But I resisted that too.
When Ellie came over this weekend, I tried to bribe her to stay over night by making her some funfetti cupcakes. "I see how it is, with your fake diet", says Ellie.
"Not for me, silly", I replied, "I'm not eating any". And I meant it.
Ok. Gotta go. The boys are tag-teaming me. Twain is screaming and Ollie just dumped rice krispies all over the floor...