Went to visit the girl, SIL, Max, Elsa, my folks and the rest of my fam and sort of took a left turn off the internet! Now I'm back, I climbed out of the Rabbit Hole, which was loads of fun, flew home on Southwest, which was not all that fun, and on the way home from the airport the mister filled me in on how he survived without me. Said he missed me and was so happy to have me home. Said he did laundry (!!!!) and the dishes (!!!!) and even swept the floor!!!!! I had no idea he even knew what a broom was! He also told me he didn't eat out that much and even cooked himself a halibut dinner...at that my antennae were on full alert...he may actually know what a broom is but cooking, using a stove/oven, well, that was just preposterous!
When I walked into the house I walked right into a wall of S T E N C H !!! The mister's halibut remains, which he had cooked two days earlier, were sitting in the sink and the left-over halibut was in an unsealed plastic bag on the counter - he had forgotten to put it in the fridge. For TWO DAYS he walked in and out of the house, up and down the stairs, in and out of the kitchen and did not notice the dead fish/corpse odor!! TWO DAYS! Honestly, what can one say about this? Is his lack of smell a sure-sign of dementia? Is it time for me to have him put away/institutionalized? Is there any more compelling reason for divorce???
My bag hit the floor, one hand plugged my nose and the other grabbed the trash can so fast the mister's head was spinning. The mister stood there in what had to have been mock shock and said, "Well it didn't smell yesterday!" I grabbed the baking dish and the fish, put them in the bag, tied it up, threw it out the front door and the Neanderthal (no offense to cavemen) dragged his knuckles over to the bag, picked it up and said, "Did you notice I swept the floor?" Ah yes...the floor...he did sweep it...there was a nice pile of crap in the corner because he couldn't find the dustpan. The man is pure joy.
Speaking of pure joy...Max and Elsa loved Cornbelly's - a giant pumpkin patch with rides, games and all kinds of crap food. We went on a day when there wasn't any school so there were 4 million kids running around (it is Utah!) but we had a great time and the grands loved it.
Max and Elsa were so wonderful - they are the best little kids! I loved being with them. One night I put Max to bed and told him I loved him - and to my surprise he said, "I love you, too!" So then I said, "I love you more," and Max replied, "Okay."
Max and Elsa were terrified of the jack-o-lantern! Max didn't like the smell and wouldn't even sit by it and Elsa was afraid to touch it...I was lucky to get this picture before the two of them practically jumped off the counter!
My plans to sleep in the day after I got home were dashed when I remembered I had invited 12 girls for a Halloween dinner party...they arrived in costume, helped create their meal, then we all went ding-dong-ditching. Everyone had fun, no one was hurt and the police weren't called...I'd say it was a success.
That's it for now...I am putting myself on 24 hour bedrest and have already secured the TV remote...Hallmark...Take me away!
