Ticky Tushka
Posted on 2012.11.02 at 22:11
Wouldn't you know, I'm in downtown Tulsa, in an old hotel. More swanky old than Ye Olde Inn old. Jammies' cousin is getting married tomorrow. My sainted mother-in-law took Hawaii, Hokey Pokey, and my 13-month old nephew to sleep in her hotel room with her. What a heaven-sent thing to do. She's the only reason that occasionally I feel like we're actually getting a break from parenting.
Jammies is still at the rehearsal dinner, and I'm noticing that the two beds in our room are not very big. Maybe a full twin, each. I think we may do the 1950s TV married couple thing tonight.
It took up 11 hours to drive here, although we stopped overnight in Dallas. I'm concerned about the drive home on Sunday. At one point Hawaiian Punch exclaimed "I smell chocolate!" just as Jammies and I were surreptitiously eating some Halloween candy bars in the front seat. "Daddy, what are you eating?" she asked.
"Cheese," Jammies lied.
"But I smell chocolate!" said Hawaii.
"It must be this town!" I said.
"This town smells soooooo good!" she agreed. "I want to eat the whole thing up!"
It was Tushka, Oklahoma, in case you ever want to visit a town made out of chocolate.
Why aren't you at the rehearsal dinner, Heebie? Mostly because I'm staggering under the weight of committee work. My back is breaking and I feel very sorry for myself. I have to read through about 100 job applications for two different committees, and I get about five done in an hour. Partly because of sheer boredom and inability to close out internet distractions. Partly because, hey, even if I don't read all your various statements of purpose carefully, there's someone on the other end who has put a ton of time and effort into the application and would very much like the job hiring process to have some integrity to it.
So anyway, while failing to read all these applications I've let grading pile up precariously. It's all a very sadsack state I find myself in.
So anyway, instead of being productive, I'm blogging. Because I'm in a swanky hotel with a fluffy comforter and no kids and why not.
Jammies is still at the rehearsal dinner, and I'm noticing that the two beds in our room are not very big. Maybe a full twin, each. I think we may do the 1950s TV married couple thing tonight.
It took up 11 hours to drive here, although we stopped overnight in Dallas. I'm concerned about the drive home on Sunday. At one point Hawaiian Punch exclaimed "I smell chocolate!" just as Jammies and I were surreptitiously eating some Halloween candy bars in the front seat. "Daddy, what are you eating?" she asked.
"Cheese," Jammies lied.
"But I smell chocolate!" said Hawaii.
"It must be this town!" I said.
"This town smells soooooo good!" she agreed. "I want to eat the whole thing up!"
It was Tushka, Oklahoma, in case you ever want to visit a town made out of chocolate.
Why aren't you at the rehearsal dinner, Heebie? Mostly because I'm staggering under the weight of committee work. My back is breaking and I feel very sorry for myself. I have to read through about 100 job applications for two different committees, and I get about five done in an hour. Partly because of sheer boredom and inability to close out internet distractions. Partly because, hey, even if I don't read all your various statements of purpose carefully, there's someone on the other end who has put a ton of time and effort into the application and would very much like the job hiring process to have some integrity to it.
So anyway, while failing to read all these applications I've let grading pile up precariously. It's all a very sadsack state I find myself in.
So anyway, instead of being productive, I'm blogging. Because I'm in a swanky hotel with a fluffy comforter and no kids and why not.