Tuesday, September 6
Good eveningOur friends have arrived safely at their temporary home in Houston. It has been an extraordinary few days, it'll be a while before it all sinks in, for me, anyway.
In other news. I have exhausted myself trying to be a grown-up over at my guest blogging gig. I did however, unleash my Inner 13 Year Old Boy today at work:
Busy Chatty Employee: "Those vegetarian hot dogs tasted like ass."
Me: "No they didn't, they wouldn't be vegetarian if they were 'ass'."
Busy Chatty Employee: "OK, vegetarian ass, then."
Recent Entries on Busymom.net:
- Dorm room planning, or not quite a college mom blog
- Summer's here
- Baseball, hotdogs, apple pie and Renfest
- Sing. Fly. Mate. Die.
- What do cicadas sound like?
I'm glad your friends have found a place, though not necessarily "home." And it's always nice to have a mix of voices at those "grown up" blogs.
You have been a beacon of sanity and kindness for me--and others who read here, and your NOLA friends, I am sure--in this whole disaster. My heart goes out to your friends.
And I'm glad that your Inner 13-Year-Old-Boy is making an appearance at work. Would he like to come play with my kids?
I can't really comment, as thankfully I have never tasted a vegetarians ass.
What? Tofu on a bun? No thanks. Not even mustard could rescue that.
Vegetables HAVE an ass?
Just where have you been shopping?
-G