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Sunday, March 30th, 2008
Back to Life...Back to Reality
Well, I'm home from the spa. My children were happy to see me, but Galvin was so spoiled by his grandmother "Mugga" over the weekend that he's quite cranky since she exited. And Gwendolyn, well, she's more happy to see her breastmilk supply, I think. Both children did great while I was away, especially the baby. At least now, I know that I can leave them longer than six hours and feel secure that I'll be OK and daddy can handle it. Also, the girls and I have decided that the spa trip will become an annual event for us each Spring - YEA!
Oh, and Bill, I don't play golf. I have no desire to hit a little ball into sand traps, ponds, tall weeds and holes while trying to whack it with a little stick a gazillion yards across green grass and through tall oak trees. No, no, I prefer to sit in a hot tub or tranquility room, sipping on a Margarita while reading or listening to a nice boy play jazz on a Baby Grand and inhaling the sweet scents of Filet Mignon grilling in the distance...either this or silence. Silence is good.
Back to Life...Back to Reality
Well, I'm home from the spa. My children were happy to see me, but Galvin was so spoiled by his grandmother "Mugga" over the weekend that he's quite cranky since she exited. And Gwendolyn, well, she's more happy to see her breastmilk supply, I think. Both children did great while I was away, especially the baby. At least now, I know that I can leave them longer than six hours and feel secure that I'll be OK and daddy can handle it. Also, the girls and I have decided that the spa trip will become an annual event for us each Spring - YEA!
Oh, and Bill, I don't play golf. I have no desire to hit a little ball into sand traps, ponds, tall weeds and holes while trying to whack it with a little stick a gazillion yards across green grass and through tall oak trees. No, no, I prefer to sit in a hot tub or tranquility room, sipping on a Margarita while reading or listening to a nice boy play jazz on a Baby Grand and inhaling the sweet scents of Filet Mignon grilling in the distance...either this or silence. Silence is good.
(I was going to post the bit on here, but there's a lot of curse words I don't want to put on your site...so I think I'll just write a lil' blog about it and stick it there and you can read it if you like...if you haven't already seen it (: )