A Pinch of This, a Dash of That

Don't you wish this was a recipe blog? I do, too, actually. That would mean I've been cooking. Let's not get excited, ok?

• Hubby and I just had a mini staycation. It was lovely. He dropped the kids off Monday morning, he was off Tuesday, and hubby will pick the kids up on his way home tonight. School is getting ready to start and then co-op, then dance. We all needed a little down time. Hubby and I had planned to go to Disney, but the weather told us we should stay home. We went to dinner, worked a jigsaw puzzle and hung out in the garden. It was amazing. It doesn't sound like much, but it was nice to just be, take a breath, and hold hands. We snuggled on the couch, listened to music, played games, and just spent some time. Lovely, lovely time.
• I should be spending my time catching up on some things while the kids are gone, but I find myself blogging instead. I need to get some laundry done, organize the book shelf, vacuum the living room. Yeah, I'm blogging, watching Downton Abbey on DVD, and I'm going to read when this disc is done. And eventually I'll get a shower and brush my teeth. Maybe...
• I have a huge stack of books I need to get to. School is right around the corner, like 5 days from now. Maybe between the rest of the stuff I have to do. Or maybe instead of the stuff I have to do.
• A bit of excitement during our time off. I got a text from a friend a little after 11, asking if we were ok. That should be clue number 1 that something was wrong. We looked out the front window and above the tree line, the sky was glowing, blazing orange. The propane plant had exploded. It's about 5 miles from us. Then my phone just went crazy with texts from friends asking if we were ok. I couldn't answer them because we were on the run. I grabbed the important papers, threw on a bra and some shoes while hubby corralled the dog. We eventually stopped on a hill and watched the flames and the explosions of the small tanks. After about 45 minutes, it was all clear and we got to go home.
• Downton Abbey  is one of my favorite shows. I borrowed this from the library and I only get it for 3 days. It is such a good show. I love the clothes, but I have to say that the formlessness (is that a word?) drives me a little nuts. I'm not saying they should wear skin tight clothes since that's not what they wore. I love the hats!! I have so much hair, it's hard to find a hat that fits. My head is actually kind of small (my ego, however, is HUGE), but the amount of hair makes it almost impossible. It's a good thing I like big, floppy hats because that's about all that fits me. And if I may be frank? I would love someone to dress me!! I know it sounds horrible, but oh, to be pampered that way...

That's all I have for now. I'm going to watch the rest the season and eat some lunch. Right now I'd settle for someone to do the laundry, much less dress me. Ah, the life...