The fam’s leavin’ on a jet plane Sunday afternoon to go to Okla Homer to vis extended fam. Having to work, I’ll hoof it on up Thursday to join them and bring ‘em back next weekend. It’s a bummer to see them go, but it does give me a sliver of freedom to live a decidedly boring version of temporary bachelorhood for a few days. Would be nice if I actually got some work done around the house, but I know better. Will be the first time since the Riblet was born that I’ll have the house to myself. Here’s how life will be different until we’re all under the same roof again ...
Sunday afternoon
I should be doing some yard work, washing the Petite Filet’s car and cleaning up the garage.
What I will be doing: Sitting around in my underwear, watching TV and seeing if the dog can catch Cheetos in his mouth.
What I’d be doing if my family was home: TV and the Cheetos thing, but I’d have to wear pants.
Monday
I’ll work all day long, but when I get home ...
I should: Be doing some laundry and deciding what to pack. Maybe clean out the fridge.
I’ll be: Too tired to care about much of anything, avoid walking the dog for as long as I can and then collapse into bed.
Tuesday
I’ll work, get home and then ...
I should: Set aside clothes to take, make sure the checkbook is balanced and call the newspaper to stop delivery until the day we get back.
I will: Order a pizza, eat half of it and then scour the house for hidden sources of chocolate.
Wednesday
I’ll work (my busiest day of the week) and then ...
I should: Charge up my cell phone, pay any bills coming due, check my work e-mail one last time and finish packing.
I will: Feel the effects of making the wrong lunch choice. And so will the dog.
Thursday
It’s time to hit the road, so ...
I should: Set my alarm to wake up early, maybe get a short bicycle ride in, shower, take the dog to the vet for boarding, load the car and head to Okla Homer no later than 10 a.m.
I will: Sleep in late, eat whatever is left in the refrigerator, play ball with the dog in the back yard for way too long, pack up the car, forget at least three things I was supposed to take, and then mosey on up the road some time after noon.
Friday-Saturday
Reunited with my family ...
I should: Be really happy to see them.
I will: Be really happy to see them.
Sunday
Somewhere between Tulsa and Fort Worth, I’ll regret what I chose to eat for lunch. And so will everybody else in the car.
It's nice to be able to look at reality.
And I'm sure the family will all be happy to see each other again.
I hope your trip is wonderful..
Cas
Did you ever get your dog to the kennel?
I used to run my life by lists, then I lost it.
Hilarious!! The mental image of you feeding Cheetos to the dog in your underwear is making me giggle. Boxers or briefs?