It’s the first Tuesday of 2011 – what better way to celebrate it than a little Random Tuesday-ness?
Well, what are you waiting for? You know the drill – grab button, link to Keely, be random.
I have made no resolutions this year. I offer no excuses for this, but if you demand a reason go here and here. Both of these posts resonated with me – the first because I am very goal-oriented, but suck at taking action to achieve them (expect a very long comment from Beloved on that particular personality trait of mine) and the second because – hey – I’m me. Anarchy? I’m all over that.
We spent the New Year with our favorite little guy, The G Man.
Note the expression on his face. Does he look this way because:
A) He has a cold
B) Grandpa confiscated his binky
C) He is overdue for his nap
D) All of the above
(Yes, D is the answer.)
He was quite generous in sharing his cold, too. Aaaaa-choo!
Speaking of New Year’s, how was your New Year’s Eve? Ours was…eventful.
Beloved was asleep by 10:00 p.m. – we’re such party animals – but The Menopausal Insomnia Fairy paid me a visit and I didn’t start to drift off until about 11:45. Just as I was sinking into a good sleep, midnight struck, fireworks were set off and a group of happy assholes decided to celebrate LOUDLY in the parking lot of our hotel directly beneath our window. Hell, they were wide awake – why shouldn’t I be? *sigh*
Need I mention it was 3:30 a.m. before I nodded off again? And that was laying on the sofa in our suite (yay! for Beloved’s Holiday Inn Preferred Member status), with my laptop tuned into Netflix. Not that the sofa was that comfortable but I was pretty damn exhausted by then, after spending the day with an energetic, if sniffly, 16-month-old.
You know this story doesn’t have a happy ending, right?
Because at exactly 5:20 a.m. I was rudely yanked from the first deep sleep I’d had that night by a loud, shrill “WONK! WONK! WONK!” sound that just wouldn’t stop. I shot straight up off the sofa, convinced my laptop (which I’d just upgraded to Windows 7 two days prior) was making this racket. I scrambled to boot it down, terrified the people in the room next to us were going to complain, but since I wasn’t wearing my glasses this took a bit more effort than you’d think. All the while I was completely unaware that Beloved had calmly gotten out of bed and was getting dressed.
Once my laptop booted down it became clear that it was not the source of the loud, shrill “WONK! WONK! WONK!” sound and I said so.
“Of course not!” Beloved said. “It’s the fire alarm.”
Despite the possiblity that we could be roasted alive in a Holiday Inn suite, I was some kind of relieved, let me tell you. So I dressed quickly and we headed downstairs to the lobby, where there were many grumpy people suffering from hangovers milling about. It didn’t take us long to head outside, despite the fact it was raining cats and dogs and cold to boot, because the combination of the loud, shrill “WONK! WONK! WONK!” sound and grumpy people suffering from hangovers started to get to us.
It took the fire department half an hour to show up, only to tell us it was a false alarm. Well, no shit, Sherlock.
So we went back upstairs and went back to bed…to be jolted out of it by a loud, shrill “WONK! WONK! WONK!” sound at promptly 8 a.m.
Yes, we promptly checked out. Not a bad decision since a leak in one of the bathrooms caused a short in the fire alarm system and they had to take it offline all together.
Beloved has recently taken to telling everyone – and wants me to tell you, too – that we are harboring a pedophile in our house.
No, really – we are.
Meet the Pedi File.
Hey…it was HIS idea.