We put my Dad on a plane home after an unbelievable non-stop week of one-way stream of consciousness and verbal deluge of epic proportions and the many conversations are swimming around in my brain like sharks looking for chum.
For someone who can’t seem to string two words together to tell the Mister I need coffee STAT, that first sentence wasn’t bad. If you’re grading on a curve.
I’m afraid I’ve been in a bit of a blog coma since my Dad’s arrival and after the 14-hour a day, every day, talk-fest that is my Father, this weekend is going to be a bit of a write-off. I’m penciling in some downtime. (Huh…even in my extreme mental exhaustion, I can still pun. I guess all is not erased. *snort*)
I’m drinking this in a girly glass.
I’m a female version of Rip van Winkle and the only thing that got me this far…to write a short post on my blog absence, was Lenore Diane’s promise of ice cream. Not that you’ll find anything about ice cream if you click over to her blog…at least I hope not. She’s supposed to wait for me!
Anyway.
This weekend, I plan on doing nothing more strenuous than clicking the “next page” button on my eReader. I’m reading “The Wedding Day” by Catherine Alliot and it’s full of British slang, side-splitting humor and copious glasses of G&Ts. I’m so there, I’m actually there…in the wedding party, tossing ‘em down as fast as the bartender can slice a lime.
So, while I know I’m missing some seriously good stuff on my blog reader, let me just say in advance…you guys are funny and that story about the turtle and the Dyson was hysterical.
See you Monday and this weekend? Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. And since there’s nothing I wouldn’t do at least once, make sure your insurance is up to date and go have fun!
That first sentence is sublime. The apple didn’t fall too far from the tree!
“One-way stream of consciousness.” That’s what I call the world outside my front door.
P.S. You were missed. Welcome back.
Ha-ha! You funny guy. In my blog coma, your face was the only thing that kept me going…well. Actually, it was Karl Urban’s face but on your body. I need electric shock therapy to recover.
Talk-fest that is your father – interesting – hope it was for you too.
Not so much a talk fest for me…lovely man but very much the chat master. I am a mere grasshopper.
Aah, Kentucky Straight Bourbon. Is there really any other kind? Well that’s worth a crap any who. Enjoy and indulge!
There are other kinds…so I’ve been told. I think they lie.
Hilarious. Sounds like you deserve a weekend off.
Love the man but…wow. He needs his own chat room.
So your living room doesn’t count as a chat room?
*snort* Classic Oma. King of the one liners.
My father in law, father and grandfather are all huge talkers, and my son… poor kid… has inherited this. At least your father is interesting, right?
For some reason your comment ended up in my spam. I’ve had a talk with spam and he promises it won’t happen again. In reply to your comment…yes, my father is interesting. Up to a point…which for me is about 4-6 hours of non-stop chatting. Then, I need a nap.
I have that problem a lot – my spam ends up in someone’s box. That is not a euphemism.
Damn…I wish I’d written that.
I read your first sentence 3 times. It was that awesome.
Wow! Then I better go back and read it again.
*Sigh.* I need a lazy weekend so badly… just this morning I was making a to-do list for the weekend and got very depressed when I realized I was going to need a bigger piece of paper to fit it all on there.
It takes commitment to commit to doing nothing.
Oof I know the feeling. I am always extremely exhausted when I have to deal with people who talk excessively. Have a good Rip van Winkle weekend!
He’s a great guy really. I just don’t know where he gets the energy. He also drinks copious amount of tea…I think there’s a connection.
LOL I would imagine especially when there is talk about black tea.
Fantastic first sentence. I need to get me some of that bourbon.
It sure helps to take the edge off.