My Turkey Trout Shoes

My hubby is getting ready to leave for yet another "annual" fishing trip. This particular one is known by the name of Turkey Trout. I'm happy to be rid of him. I mean, we'll miss him of course. He is terrific and all, but an entire weekend of just us girls is exciting. We do whatever we want. Upon his return, we love telling him about our exploits and then watching him cringe. It's sweet. He also needs a break and fishing is his crack. It also helps that right before he left, I made him promise to take us to Terraza Grill for their Sunday fried chicken special.

Lately, his return home from his "annual" fishing trips, has been a bit unpleasant in a number of ways. On his last trip, he came home to find that our five year old daughter was constipated up to her neck. My poor girl was in agony and it was the beginning of a stressful WEEK of Miralax, encouragement, and waiting. There is nothing quite as thrilling as a poop celebration.

I guess constipation is a little bit better than what he came home to the trip before that-an infestation of lice. I've never dealt with lice before. It was horrible. It is expensive to treat, plus using pesticides on my children's heads and their bedding is way beyond what I find to be acceptable. Our home became a laundromat. Not fun. The ultra paranoia over lice lingers. Is it gone? Is it really gone? Did you just itch your head? Is that dandruff? Ugg.

The time before that, well, that was my doing entirely. Audrey and I had some time to waste before we picked Ava up from school. We ended up at a petstore. There were kittens up for adoption and they had a female orange tabby which is the exact cat I've wanted for the past three years. Eighty percent of orange tabbys are male, so finding a female is kind of rare. We went back and got her. We also got her sister as well. She is a tortoise shell. Eric wasn't too thrilled with our new dependents.

So that brings us up to date. We are planning on having a great weekend with absolutely no unpleasantness! Both of the girls are off school tomorrow, so I planned a really special time for them. I'm dumping them off with their grandparents in the morning and then a friend and I are going to spend the morning drinking pots of tea at The London Tea Room. Ha! I know we all will have a wonderful time of it and will have lots of good stories to share over that fried chicken on Sunday.

*TT incident 2011-while on highway, something smacked the windshield. The crack is 8" and growing.

In the meantime, I decided to treat myself to my version of a turkey trout weekend by way of the shoe department at Nordstom's. Mine are in black. The green Frye sandals were twice as much. He should consider himself lucky.