Can you believe it's only $39.99?? What a steal!
If you're wondering why I'm shopping for fake jumping spiders on the internet, it's because I'm trying to distract myself from my upcoming weekend of potential misery. I'm being optimistic by saying the misery isn't guaranteed, but I don't expect anyone to be inspired to recreate my experiences.
Day 1 (Friday): Take the kids to go see Frozen on Ice.
Four months ago, this seemed like such a fun idea for a birthday present for Cordelia (she turns 2 next week). Now that it's almost here, I'm less excited about it and more like "I wonder if I can buy an empty sno-cone cup for the toddler and pretend that's her treat? Why does everything have HFCS in it??"
First of all, my van is still in the shop. It was a whole thing with the insurance company accidentally towing it to the wrong shop at first and then having to correct the mistake and the new shop moves at glacial speeds, but the main takeaway here is that I've been driving the kids around in my husband's pickup truck. Do you know what's really uncomfortable? Driving little kids around in a cramped truck. On the bright side, my husband really likes his tiny rental car so he is considering trading in his gas guzzling truck for something small and fuel efficient.
Day 1 continued: Fall Festival at Faith's school. Since it's always a good idea to show up to social events with overtired and sugared up kids, we are going right from Frozen on Ice to the Fall Festival. I am looking forward to getting to know some of the other parents a little better and I'm only partially considering hanging a sign on Cordelia saying "Please don't feed me. I'm on a special diet" because I know she'll be cruising the party for forbidden food.
Day 2: Take the cat to the vet for the first time. We've had the cat for a few months but she had just gotten the full workup from the vet through the rescue so we didn't need to take her in when we adopted her. Now she has some sort of oozy hot spot on her leg that she won't stop licking, so I guess it's time to see if she likes the vet and how much of my blood will be required as a ritual sacrifice for the twice daily application of ointment on that wound.
|I should have named the cat Illyria|
Day 2 continued: Drive to D.C. and go to the Marine Corps Marathon expo. Yeah, yeah no one made me sign up for this but dammit I'm holding onto my right to bitch about the expo. I freaking hate race expos, especially big ones. Why don't they have an option to get your bib mailed to yourself? I'd pay extra for that. Anything to avoid standing in those long lines or being forced to wander through all the stands of useless running gear or cutesy shirts with sayings like "Does this running skirt made my butt look fast?"
Day 3: Walk the Marine Corps Marathon. At this point, the actual event has to be more fun that what I'm mentally envisioning. I was dreading the Endless Summer 6 Hour Race as well and ended up having a lot of fun doing it, so chances are that I'll enjoy myself on Sunday as well. What could possibly ruin my fun?
I'm bib #14281 if you'd like to stalk my status and/or scrutinize my splits. Is there anything more exciting than following along as someone walks a marathon?