- Rented a house in Potomac, MD.
- Hosted a farewell Oneg service at our temple.
- Wept like mad when the rabbi said nice things about our family.
- Threw ourselves a huge farewell bash.
- Danced like mad.
- Wept like mad in Amy's arms.
- Went to Cape Cod for Thanksgiving.
- Due to some overzealous turkey preparations dinner was ready at noon.
- This led to turkey leftovers for actual dinner. FTW!
- Went to the beach and allowed children and dogs to frolic on the sand.
- Lily's frolicking may have involved getting very wet and required an impromptu clothes change in the car.
- Emptied out much of the basement so that my lovely neighbors could avail themselves of our stuff.
- Force myself not to weep like mad when the small kids table is carried away by sweet family down the street.
- Junked like mad with Amy.
- Did not weep.
- Ate nachos.
- Miscellaneous housewife nonsense which includes, but is no way limited to:
- watching Law and Order
- playing games on my iphone
- beating my husband at scrabble
- reading detective novels
- teaching the children
- driving the children all over town
Lily's list is a pantheon of disgusting desires. She wants the zombie cooking toy that makes candy that looks like viscera and is served out of a skull. Additionally, she wants the toy that makes rubber bugs and a scar and wound special effects kit. Today she asked for a t-shirt that says, "I'm with Stupid", but honestly, I must draw the line somewhere.
Rebecca's requests are far more dignified. A book about gnomes and some art supplies are near the top of her list, as well as a gift card to Forever 21. What kind of a kid is Rebecca? When we went to the mall she went to Bath and Body Works and bought lip gloss and socks. Socks. Add a murder mystery novel and a cup of coffee and she is me.
This week I dragged at the Christmas stuff out of the basement to decorate the house. With the move looming in the near distance I didn't really want to go whole hog, but the children wailed at that notion so I decided to let them decorate with the caveat that I could "edit" afterwards. Not a decoration was spared. The downstairs is extremely festive. Seriously festive. Like Christmas exploded festive. I left most of it, because well, why the hell not.
So, I think we are all caught up. I am going to try to blog daily. I appreciate your indulgence and apologize in advance for my inevitable failure.