Let the vacation begin!

Thank goodness! It's official! The girlfriend and all the kids are going out of town tomorrow! Hooray!!! The signs were overwhelmingly obvious before the final confirmation of the trip was revealed to me. It all started this morning with my roommate being unreasonably grumpy. He always gets that way before his gal leaves home with all the kids. Then, around mid-afternoon, I overheard the roommate on the phone telling the girlfriend what to do at the oil change place. And then the kids got home and started packing unreasonable and totally useless thing to take on their trip. Like Mimi and Pop will need half torn piece of papers with poorly scrawled crayon drawings of Saul on the road to Damascus!!! They are outta here! Woo-hoo!! Me and the roommate will be living large the next few days!

I love it when it is just him and me in the house alone. He makes the living conditions most conducive to my preferred lifestyle. He keeps me fed, and gets paranoid when I don't come in at night. That means that he insists that I am in before he locks up the house at night. No more beating on the door for hours waiting for someone to turn a doorknob for me! At night, he sits in his chair in the den watching t.v. He doesn't turn on a bunch of lamps; the light from the television is enough for him. If he needs to read something, he only turns on the lamp beside his chair. At any one point during the night when it is just my roommate and me in the house, there is always only one light on. Awesome! Also, my roommate talks to me like I'm a real person when everyone else is gone - not that he's a jerk otherwise - its just that when we are alone in the house, he isn't distracted with other stuff. Like that curly haired girl, for example.

Seriously - something has to be done about her. She is out of control bonkers. I blogged about being whacked with a juice cup last night, if you all remember. Well, today was my roommate's day off. And for whatever reason, he always keeps that curly haired kid at home with him. I've begged him, I've pleaded with him, I've explained to him over and over that daycare is open five days a week. But he doesn't listen to me. When he is at home, so is she. So, in an intentional self-preservation maneuver, I stayed out of sight for the majority of the day. Around four o'clock or so this afternoon, my roommate loaded the kid into his vehicle to go to the grocery store. I went outside to jog when they left.

I was having a great time, too. The weather was lovely. Robins were out pecking around looking for whatever birds look for when they peck, the dogs were happy in the backyard sunning themselves on their backs, people were out walking around - it was almost a perfect afternoon. And then the roommate came home. He pulled into the driveway around five. I walked up to greet him, and all of a sudden, the little curly haired girl explodes out of the van. She starts running around in circles and babbling incoherent sentences. I slinked out of her way - trying to become invisible, but it was no use. BAM!!! The pine cone ricocheted of my head like a ping pong ball. Although the pine cone didn't hurt nearly as bad as the apple juice cup, it was still really unpleasant. I must have done something funny when I was struck, too, because when I reacted to the impact, the little curly haired girl burst into laughter. I was in shock from the pine cone, and her laughter only exacerbated my confusion . Luckily, I was able to regain my senses in time to run out of the way of the skateboard she rolled at me. Sigh.

Alert the mayor of Ferriday, LA . . . !