Last week, Joey called me and asked if it would be okay for him to head down to Florida for a few days. Some kind of fancy-schmancy golf school that his largest manufacturer has invited him to attend on his dime. And like his guitar playing, his golf game could definitely use some improvement - not to mention this is a great opportunity to do a little networking with some other companies in the same league but different parts of the US and Canada to see what the market is doing. So I said fine. And I don't think I'm exaggerating when I say he had a look of glee in his eye as he was loading up his clubs in the Pimp Mobile today. Not at all.
Monkey Man is your typical 7-year old boy. If his head wasn't attached to his body via his neck, he'd probably have left it behind at least a million times. And that's a low estimate. Tonight, we got home from dinner and I asked him to go ahead and take his bath. I followed him upstairs to monitor the starting of the water and also putting the stopper down (he is infamous for forgetting while hundreds of gallons of water go gushing down the drain while he is picking toe fuzz out from between his toes), and then told him to make sure he turned the water off. I headed downstairs to change clothes, got a phone call, and then I suddenly noticed that I could still hear water running. And running. And running. I went back upstairs to discover my kid - who was supposed to be on the toilet taking a dump but instead was reenacting some sort of music video while bouncing up and down on the toilet seat - while the bathtub was probably only two inches from overflowing.
It's gonna be a loooong four days. Good thing we have Xanax and bourbon.
This past weekend we made a surprise trip up to Baltimore for a surprise birthday party for Heather (Mama Maven). Unfortunately, some poor kid let the cat out of the bag the evening before, so she knew there was a party but thankfully was unaware that we were coming along with her childhood friend Sheri.
Scott (G-Man) and all of their friends did a great job planning the party, and I have to say that they really have a fantastic group of friends. There was one slight hiccup to the evening, namely when one of the attendees that we were introduced to actually realized I was Builder Mama. I think my face turned about twenty shades of red and purple, because all I could think was that the poor guy was probably recalling Scott's tale of my Vegas proposition in the elevator. Not really something you want church-going folks to know when they meet you for the first time, ahem. Thankfully, I was not cast out of the house and we got to enjoy some great company as well as chocolate! and tequila! Life doesn't get much better than that.
We also got to see one of my favorite PIM's, Christina, and her great family for a very late lunch on Saturday after we fought our way through the aquarium. Her son and Monkey Man instantly hit it off, while I got to enjoy some quality bouncing time with her adorable daughter. And did I mention that Christina gives the best hugs ever? Yup.
It was a great, fun weekend. And I think Joey and I realized that maybe we, too, could find a church home where people drink tequila.