Can the Adults Please Smoke? Chapter 35: Look Who's Here,We're Still Here!! — Page 188

Weekend coming to a close, hamster freakout that Music Man rehearsals begin in two weeks. Who is messing with my time again?

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'Mornin, bitches.

'Morning!

The weekend was buggy and then it was not. What started out as a "few" fruit flies in the kitchen last week EXPLODED into hundreds in every room on all three levels of the house by yesterday morning. You know it's bad when you open the refrigerator door and a swarm flies out into your face. There were a dozen in the master bath yesterday after lunch - turns out they love toothpaste and the brushes that have remenants of said paste. We tried everything throughout the weekend - pest strips, sprays, traps, etc. We finally set off a bug bomb yesterday afternoon and left the house for six hours. We can't breathe too well and my eyes are swollen BUT there are no bugs. Who need respiration when you've successfully slaughtered a multitude of pests?

And that was my weekend. Aren't you glad you asked?

No new plants, but heirloom tomotoes and apples from an orangic market. Use pesticides, people!

And how did I miss the fact that this weekend was the Flea Market? Not that I go anymore, but I usually hear a lot more buzz about it.

She was at two weddings this weekend. She could very well be under a table at some reception hall.

Under the table! *giggles*

Hello Adults!

Good luck with Music Man, DD! I believe that you invented the 30 hour day.

I've had a busy handful of days. Friday night was ballet, a beautiful production of Swan Lake, choreographed by Stephen Baynes. It's the same production the Australian Ballet toured to New York this year. Lovely.

Saturday was a complete change of tack. Footy. Aussie Rules. A big final. My team won. Relief.

Yesterday, I collected my tickets for the Big One - the Grand Final. Think Super Bowl with 100,000 screaming Australians instead. Go Hawks!

I'll let you know if I see Girly there.

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Thank you for the Hawk support! I know it's only a game, but I'm ridiculously nervous.

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Good morning, kids.

G'morning!

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yeah, ok.


Morning.

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Read back!?!

I think she preserves it all in two places: an ever expanding notebook full of printed out threads, and that extraordinarily detail-oriented mind of hers.

Really Girly, we should start calling you Mrs. Kravitz-Holmes.

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Moony, it's not like I had to go back pages! I only had to look at about 10 posts above mine! I perused them as I scrolled down. LOL!!

I really don't know about the peacOck feathers. Her Aunts/cousins weren't even sure about that. I guess she likes peacOcks, but do you really want to pull off all their feathers to decorate your wedding?!

They met a few years ago at the Zombie Walk in Asbury Park. He's even had custom made fangs for his mouth for these things. He's very into Halloween, too. He's Jewish, well technically, I guess she is too, since her mother is, but the family has never stuck with one religion. They celebrate Christmas, Easter, Passover, Hanukah, everything. Anyway, last year he let her have a Christmas tree, but it's blackish and gets decorated with Halloween ornaments. They recently moved to a new place, and from what I understand, there's a room just for all this stuff.

So, I guess she had her peacOck feather thingy's and he had his skull thingy's. Whatever floats your boat.

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