I am still trying to compose my thoughts as I type. This past week still has my head spinning like I just rode the Churl-A-Hurl. My suggestion to you is to have 2 or 3 stiff drinks before you read this post. It might make sense that way.
Okay, so I was
whining blogging before about making an awesome funny video post. But the tech team was less useful than a bag of rocks having difficulties. I am happy to report that said team(intern quit by the way, can you actually have a one man team?) has overcome the obstacle and was able to upload the video to the Mac(after only 10 days). However, as I sat anxiously hovering over Mr. Weasel's shoulder watching the download, it is discovered that unidentified Weasel decided to make a video of the back of Boy Weasel's head recording right over the V-Blog. We later convicted Eldest.
In other news, the spontaneous combustion experiment is continuing. No definite results to report, but that's not for lack of trying. I am looking into property taxes and real estate in Nebraska.
Smallest Weasel, in all her 4 year old glory, has found numerous occasions this week to tell me "Watch and learn, Mom". It does wonders for your self esteem to get pwned by a pre-schooler. Especially when she proceeds to show you what looks like like a pole dance using the refrigerator door handle. Anybody have some Mylanta?
Eldest Weasel has been uncharacteristically kind and affectionate to me lately. This is reminiscent of the Godfather kissing you on both cheeks. I'm just waiting to get capped. Last night she zapped Mr. W and I with a real zinger to the effect of being seen with us is less desirable than having spiders lay eggs in her nose. We're back to her usual attitude. Not sure whether to mourn this or to be relieved that things are back to normal and her affection was sincere, although temporary.
On Thursday I received a phone call from a friend(and part time Lia Sophia associate) to confirm that I am hosting a jewelry party for her on Saturday. "Yes, Yes I am". The only problem is I FORGOT TO INVITE ANYONE! Helloo, what kind of idiot throws a party without guests? WeaselMomma, that's who! I scramble through my address book, begging for people to have mercy on my dumbass self and get about 10 confirmed yeses in exchange for allowing them to laugh at my expense. Well that and the promise of food and beer. Shoof, I can wipe the sweat from my brow. That is until I am up to my elbows in food prep on Saturday afternoon and the phone is ringing off the hook with cancellations. Either some form of the Mongolian Death Flu is going through the neighborhood or they heard that I bought a case of Schlitz. In the end I had 3 guests. Who else could this possibly happen too?
Just to round out the week, yesterday we took the time to re-shoot the V-blog. After about 25 takes(and numerous out-takes) we called it a wrap. I got exactly what I wanted and I would get to post it here today. Well that's what I thought anyway. It seems that Smallest Weasel decided to play with the lighting while I wasn't looking and thus the quality has the same effect on me as the Churl-A-Hurl.
On a good note, this morning Smallest Weasel -pretending to be a cute little puppy- crawled into my room and up into the bed to give me a big kiss and hug with an unsolicited "I Love you Mom". I guess I won't hand in my 2 weeks notice just yet.
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