* * * So, my parents ended up staying until Wednesday. I think their train of thought was that they weren’t just going to fly down for a few days, that they’d stay a few extra days and visit. I have to say, they REALLY liked Rambo and Jodie, and Jodie especially took a liking to my father. I was a little surprised that they didn’t sneak them into their suitcases and take them home, though my mother did say more than once, “If we didn’t have Benji…” Monday night we left my father and Fred at home, and my mother, the spud, and I went to see Must Love Dogs. I was a little leery, because I’d read some bad reviews of the movie, but I needn’t have worried; I liked the movie just fine. Diane Lane sit on a chair and read her grocery list and make it sound interesting. John Cusack, however, has become suddenly completely unappealing to me. I don’t know why, I’ve always thought he was cute as hell and of course he’s LLOYD DOBLER, heartthrob to all, but suddenly I saw his face up there on the screen and I thought “Eh. Does nothin’ for me.” I sure do love that Elizabeth Perkins. So Monday night we went to the movies, and Tuesday after we went out for breakfast (we went out for breakfast every morning, I should point out. Because they like to eat breakfast out, and we have Cracker Barrel not 15 minutes from our house, and Shoney’s about half an hour away, and I LOVE eating breakfast out) my mother and I went to the mall and shopped for FIVE HOURS. Oh, my aching feet. I was ill prepared to spend five hours shopping; if I’d known they were going to come visit, I could have worked up to it, but you can’t really train for that sort of event in a single day. (Plus, I spent most of Friday cleaning the house. Ugh.) Tuesday night we watched the first two hours of Inside 9/11, and played with the kittens, who were putting on quite a show. I wished like hell that I had the camera out when I looked over and saw Rambo boxing with my mother’s foot. Wednesday morning we went so my father could return his rental car, then we went to Cracker Barrel for breakfast, where I pretty much talked their ears off for an hour, and then I dropped them off at the airport, told them to call me if their flight was delayed and I’d come back and get them, and came home. Their flight was supposed to leave at 10:15, and my father called right around then to tell me that the flight had been cancelled and they’d been rescheduled for the 11:45 flight. I offered to come get them, but he said not to, that they were just going to hang out and read. They’d had a two hour layover in Atlanta scheduled anyway, so they were just going to spend all that time in the Huntsville airport instead of the Atlanta one. They got home right on time, and life’s slowly been returning to normal around here. Not, of course, that there’s anything normal about life around here, but you know what I mean.
Jodie gives me the Look o’ Evil.
::Urrrrp!:: “Oh! ‘Scuse me!”
“We are snuggling. Go away.”
The Boog gives me a dirty look. Note the painful-looking scab on his nose. Poor Boogs.
Jodie takes a moment from perusing that magazine with my mother to see what I’m doing.
I don’t know whether it’s the flailing paws or the fangs, but this picture cracks me UP.
Rambo sleeps. When he sleeps, he sleeps HARD.
All the pictures I uploaded today are here. I also uploaded a bunch on Saturday, and you can see them here.]]>