Another 'warm' day (31C), but school was, thankfully, open. Also, today, we received notice of primary school camp: can you join me in a 'woo' followed by a 'hoo'? Three nights away from home in a coastal camp sleep over. WOO. Mofo dance of glee. HOO. No additional cost - all included in the (actually, all things considered [food, bus, books, supplies, activities] reasonable) fees. As it happens, the last day of camp is my 36th birthday. Have instructed husband that he *can* (read: will) take me out for dinner the night before.
Husband is already worried about how small boy will cope. Me? HAHAHAHA! That's THEIR problem. I know, I'm a heartless cow.
Oh. I was going to write here about writing, but now in the stifling heat of the evening I cannot remember what is was that had me so exercised earlier. C'est la vie.
Best friend is going through what is a full-on shitty time, complete with panic attacks and uncontrollable crying jags. And this is despite being medicated to the teeth. She wrote, exploring the full horror that is panic attacks and grief (honey, I know) and I respond with the following:
...also, although I don't want you to be sad or anxiety ridden, CLEARLY, I'd rather have a letter full of that than no letter at all - I want to know what's going on with you, even if it is a great big poo sandwich of doom.
After discussing back and forth one's side orders for said great big poo sandwich of doom (for the record, I want mine a la mode - so much easier to swallow that way), she responded with:
I am STILL giggling about the poo sandwich of doom. Seriously, that just made me laugh all day...much needed levity!
A longer, better response soon...for now, need to sleep off today's poo sandwich.
So. You know. Job done. What can I say? I bring it.
And that's it really. My own sandwich is still toasting...
B: yoghurt, coffee (today was a klutz day - yog dropped on the floor on the way to my mouth *splat*; coffee failed to reach intended destination and, instead, took an unscheduled detour on to keyboard and dress)
L: smoked salmon omelette
D: lamb (48-hour marinade in lemon juice - too long, husband, too long!), raw beet and carrot salad w/ honey and balsamic; lettuce, olive and tomato salad; 3/4 bottle merlot