If you can screetch like a girl...you're my kind of woman

Dear Pa,

I am sorry that I cannot follow rules. It just makes life too damn boring.

Lord Uncle B, Auntie, Lolo, Ma and Sha went to African Lion's Safari.

We may/or may not have driven through the safari twice.

We may/or may not have stopped and unpacked grapes...because Lord Uncle B was outvoted.

We may/or may not have used them to lure Baboons to the car, with blatent disregard to the "Do NOT feed the animals, Do NOT open windows".

We may/or may not have studied the patterns of the zoo keepers for our moment.

We may/or may not have been in a car that was swarmed by Baboons.

The baboons may/or may not have peeled weather stripping off of the car to use as bubblegum.

Our sweet grapes, may/or may not have made Mr. Baboon very excited.

We may/or may not have witnessed Mr. Baboon doing some monkey business to Mrs. Baboon on our trunk, out the back window. (They must have been married...'cause it really isn't a first date kind of move).

Our son may/or may not have seen this as he was in a very safe rear facing carseat.

We may/or may not have screamed like childish little girls and laughed until our sides hurt.

We may/or may not have pictures.

Our son may/or may not need therapy.

I admit to nothing.

Ma

Nine West Wallet

I ran over my wallet!

The one I got in Florida that was more of a clutch type, orange leather wallet. I left it on the roof of my Blazer and drove away. I ran it over on Richmond and had to go back and stop traffic infront of Sunfest to get it back. It had been hit multiple times and has black tire tracks all over it.

At least it wasn't the baby! (from Pa).

Charlie Brown's teacher

Have you ever talked to someone and all you actually take away from the conversation is wah-wah-wah-wah?

Called EI today. 'Cause their time is up. Or my time is up, depending on who you ask. We went over the necessary details, when was your baby born, out of hospital, wah-wah-wah-wah.

Back and forth. Can't be done. Yes it can. No it can't. Yes it can.

She asked me 3 times what date he came home from hospital.

Break. To get policy.

I am read the policy. And yes, I sent in those forms, yes, I have done all those things.

The answer: why don't you go get a note from your doctor and claim stress leave while the baby is in the hospital?

Ummmmm...'cause that was 2006. I can't exactly turn back time.

Oh. Ummmmm.

Then there was a pause. The longwinded pause of someone trying to compute something that they will never understand. 2-0-0-6. All long and drawn out. Extra emphasis on the t-h-o-u-s-a-n-d. As if all of the universe was going to hear the t-h-o-u-s-a-n-d and shed light on the fact that it is 2007.

Can I get a supervisor to call me?

Yeah. Good idea. Give us 2 days.

HA!

I wonder if there is a red flag notice on my account and they get the janitor to answer the call?!?

Oh, what a wonderful world...

Ma, Auntie and Sha ventured to Adventures on Wonderland today. We met up with lots of Moms and babies and a few from the NICU. It was a take a deep breath moment when we saw Ma's old Ronald McDonald roomie and her babe. All looking so healthy and happy and a few more of our old NICU friends...

Of course, tonight I'm thinking about our friends who could not be with us. Damn. I sure wish there was something I can do or say or be to them. But ahhh, sometimes wearing the other shoe is more difficult. More difficult to be the observer, the cheerleader and the confident then the prime players. Because you feel useless. I really do hope things turn.

Pa, Ma and Sha enjoyed another evening of just enjoying. The ball popper, the crazy garden and bathtime.

Note to someone without siblings: Please do not point to the baby and say...he made me do it...I highly doubt Sha decided to lob plastic blue balls into the kitchen, making contact with my rear, while I am trying to feed the dog.

Kisses.

Sha tries garlic butter

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