Wednesday, Wednesday

Well, it’s Wednesday.  And this Wednesday thus far, has been busy.  I awoke with a phone call from my Irishman this morning at 6.30am my time, which is 3.30am his time.  Hmm, let me rephrase that.  I awoke this morning with a phone call from a very drunk Irishman, who was pleased as can be that I’ll be arriving to visit him this Saturday.  I had to laugh, I could barely make out what he was saying – between the Irish accent, the drunk slur, and the muffled sound his phone was making, I swear our conversation consisted of me saying “What was that?  What? Where?” I did manage to pick up that he has made plans for us Tuesday evening (his night off of work) and that I should bring a dress, as he has already taken his suit to get dry cleaned (I think).  And it just SO happens that Miss ShaNaNa has a fabulous dress that I’m borrowing to bring.  It’s the quintessential little black dress, and I’m pleased as punch to be able to

A) Fit into it
B) Borrow it
C) Already have the perfect shoes to go with it

And it turns out one of his friends has made plans for us to have a “Girls Night” on Sunday, in which he informed me that he already told HER that I’d be hers from the hours of 8pm to 2.30am.  And at precisely 2.30am, it is understood that I am from that point on, his.  Heh. Yeah, he made me grin this morning. 

Emilee started Pom Pom Dance last week, and it had to be the cutest thing EVER to see a bunch of five year olds learning to use their pom pom’s.  But she loved it and off we go to another class tonight.  She actually had “homework” this past week from kindergarten, in which she finished over the weekend to turn in on Monday.  She got it back yesterday and she had stickers on it, smiley faces that said “Great Job!” and she about lost her footing she was so excited.  It really brought back some memories of getting stickers on my own papers when I was her age.  And in typical Emilee fashion, she told me after seeing her stickers that she “Kicks Ass”.  *sigh*  Clearly that language comes from her father.  <QT looking around innocently>

I am wondering what you all would think of having some guest writers while I’m gone next week.  ShaNaNa would be good for a few stories, as I’m sure Let Em Breathe would too.  Of course I’ve yet to talk to them about it, what think you, lovely readers?