Let's see. Wednesday it was the girls' turn to be shorn - between Rosey and myself the hairdresser probably had six or seven pounds of hair on the floor when she was done. Rosey looks perpetually surprised with a chin-length bob (her errant expression is due to my being lax with the trimming scissors and R hurrying things along herself) but once her bangs grow over her forehead again she'll be lovely.
Thursday I worked at the manse and had the exquisite/excruciating experience of trying to give a very dear (and almost totally deaf) gentleman the web address for the church.
Me: _______pdc @
Him: (repeating as he writes it down) _________p,d,c,a,t
Me: No, no. _________p for paul and d for dog and c for charlie
Him: Okay, ________pauldogcharlie,a,t
Me: It's an ampersand. (and here I was wrong - an ampersand is &, not @)
Him: Now how do you spell that?
Me: The whirly sign.
Him: (blows out a big breath) Got it. Okay, now: _________p,d,c, whirly si....AT, then what?
Him: __________p,d,c AT eastlink d,o,t,com. You know, I'm giving this to Soandso, so he can send the office something. He's really good with computers.
Me: He'll know exactly what you're talking about, don't worry. If he runs into any problems sending the documents just give him the office phone number and I'll talk to him.
Him: I don't suppose you made up that email address, did you?
Me: (uh?) no?
Him: Why do they make them so long? Someone must be getting paid by the letter.
And today was spent having a lovely breakfast with Rosey (we dressed up a little and went to one of the local tiny spoons, just the two of us) and then driving around the small ways and by-ways, trying to locate B and the beeg yellow
Also, thank goodness for a spouse who spots things while driving - it would have been a wet and sobby drive home if he hadn't seen that outhouse on the other side of the park!
The wee ones can only hold their wee so long, you know.