girl at large

If it is the Thought that Counts, I'm in Trouble

Paul, enthusiastically as usual: "I love being married to you. I really love being married!"

Me, with what I thought was the same enthusiasm: "I'm getting used to it!"

The Adventure Begins

We are picking up the Trailer this weekend. We travel from Milwaukee to Fond du Lac to pick up Dad's truck on Friday night. Then, first thing Saturday we head out to LaCrosse to pick it up. Learn as much as we can from the sellers, hitch it up, cross our fingers and hit the road! All the way then to Bailey's Harbor in Door County. The total miles is in the 800 range. The number one item on Paul's list of things to bring is a Fire Extinguisher. I'm 7 1/2 months pregnant. It's averaging 98 degrees outside. The trailer is 48 years old.

We have three simple goals:
-Return Dad's truck in one piece
-Get the trailer to the camp site
-Stay married

Family Fibs

I'm looking forward to continuing my mother's colorful use of fiction combined with fear in child-rearing. Examples include "The Magic Pet Fairy" that took household pets to better homes, usually while we were away at camp. How did Mom always know what we were up to? "A little birdie told me". We tried for years to find (and eliminate) that damn bird. And that dead deer along the side of the road? "That's what happens when Bambi talks back!"

Paul and I are developing our own:

-No Unicorn paraphenalia allowed--Unicorns were Nazi war horses.
-Disney World doesn't really exist, it was sold to the military years ago.
-Wisconsin Dells is for Native Americans only, we can't get in.
-You are allergic to carbination.
-The vet said pets smaller than 10 lbs only have a expected life span of 6 months.
-When the ice cream truck music plays, that means they are OUT of ice cream.
-The floor leaks toxic vapors that disintegrate toys left there for too long.