Today has been a very strange day.
For starters, I drove Petunia and Wally Cleaver to school with Dash tagging along, as au pair Maria is still under the weather and needed (at my behest) to sleep in. After dropping off the big kids, Dash demanded to go to Wal-Mart. Wal-Mart has never been a choice destination for me, but I go there a little more often since Target banned Salvation Army bell ringers three years ago. Mostly, we visit the Wal-Mart store because it has a McDonald's, which is the only place that Dash eats regularly. (In all seriousness, we are not evil parents trying to obesify our kid; we are under orders from a medical doctor to feed him McD's as much as he wants because he is so underweight and eats so little.) So, when Dash wants Wally World, to Wally World we go. And it's great that we did; he gnawed his way through two McGriddles and half a hash brown before we even hit the Matchbox car aisle so that he could pick a little reward for such good eating.
In any event, our Wal-Mart/McDonald's routine recently expanded to visiting the PetSmart next door. The kids and I are fixated on getting a pet, and, since none of us are ready for a dog quite yet, we are visiting the store's guinea pigs regularly. Today, I talked with a vet tech at length about guinea pigs, which are neither pigs nor from Guinea. In any event, she plied me with pamphlets on these animals, which are well-suited for life with small children. I'm still dragging my feet, but I think that even the Guv will go for a pair of these critters.
The day continued with my mid-day tennis drill, after depositing Dash with a much-better and well-rested Maria. At my drill, I was asked to join the USTA team for the club. Since I was pretty much always the last picked in gym class, being asked to participate on this team means a lot to me. But it's weird, it's weird -- athletic competition has never been my bag, but for this, I am ready. Or I will be, come April, when the matches begin.
And then... I picked up Petunia from school to visit the Guv's far-away office with Girl Scout cookies in tow. Her sales were outstanding, but we still have waaaay too many cookies left to sell. Clearly, Mama had some sangria in her when placing the order. So, we drowned our victory and our upcoming pavement-pounding-with-cookies in some Baja Fresh, which truly makes the world seem like a saner place -- an important thing after your seven year-old Girl Scout has spent the entire drive demanding to know why dictators kill people, why we are at war, why some people oppose the war, why 9-11 happened... hold on, need more sangria...
So here's my takeaway from this insane day: 1.) Guinea pigs rock. 2.) Dictators suck. 3.) Tennis rocks. 4.) Baja Fresh heals all ills, but the guac sure does come back on you.
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