I fought the Law and the Law won. Again.

My family has a long history with Murphy’s Law. It’s not pretty. I thought it would leave me when I struck out on my own, but no. I am the girl who buys the sweater with the hidden hole in it. I am the girl who sits by the walrus-breather at the movies. I am the girl who gets behind the tractor and cannot pass for 15 miles. Every time. Really. I truly believe it was my exit from California 6 years ago that saved it from a typhoon and falling into the ocean.

Marriage dragged The Boy into it. We bought a VHS that lasted one week, was repaired 3 times, and still broke. We left our campsite for 20 minutes and received a $75 fine for attracting bears with our toothpaste. And, we plan vacations around work conferences that get absolutely cancelled.

Two days ago we had a lovely Texas trip planned involving a paid-for plane ride, hotel, rental car, and conference- all work related, with a little side trip to see my parents at the end. We had plans for dinner with friends. We had plans for road trips to research Austin’s apartment market. We had plans to park at Gramma Sebeck’s and watch some baby goats. He called yesterday to say that we now have 2 tickets to a city far far away and no free flight, no hotel, no rental car, no conference… NO WORK.

Oh, we’re still coming. And we are going to party like it’s 1999. The Boy just has to use vacation time, and that is very sad. We take our vacations seriously… and to have to eat 5 days of his precious vacation time with a non-refundable, non-transferable ticket at the last minute is, well, poopy. So, thank you, Murphy. I see you have not given up your love for me. It’s endearing, really, how you manage to sneak in at the last minute. I stick my tongue out at you and give you a big PFBLTTTTTTT. Anna, have a Sonic shake and tatertots waiting for me.

*sigh*
But enough of the misery.

The rag rug now has a lovely layer of green sheeting thanks to Cathy. It’s pretty, no? Perfect for watching cartoons on, Rylie says.

I have 5 aprons (3 kiddo and 2 adult) finished for the TexasNorth shop update next week and received an order of pillows in the mail yesterday for cribs and travelling and superfluous decorating. Very exciting.

The boy has met with a local celebrity in the Texas Longhorn breeding world (This is what he does with clients instead of playing golf. I’m ok with that.) and is getting quite serious about adding some cattle to our yard… which is super fun to think about. The more he learns about those animals, the more he likes them. They’re athletic! They’re friendly! They’re low maintenance! They have horns! He’s all about it.

And, finally, I leave you with with a very recent conversation between a boy and a girl:
boy is restlessly looking for something in the kitchen
boy is opening cabinets, fridge, dishwasher… not finding what we wants
boy is on a mission

girl is standing at the sink
“What’cha looking for, Love-O-My-Life?”

“That big, flat-bottomed glass bowl. It’s not here anywhere.”

“I think it’s in the freezer downstairs.”

“Are we going to use what’s in it?”

girl pauses and checks her sarcasm meter
“Yes. Yes, I believe we are.”

“DANG IT. That is my favorite bowl to mix drywall mud in.”

Welcome to my world.

We shall be revisiting our vacation plans (which begin next Friday) and trying to have a little fun this weekend. Company is welcome and encouraged. I think chicken fingers from the Corner Bar and a hard lemonade will be involved. I like to live on the edge.