Alright, this is it, y’all. Imma gwinter wrap up these damn vacation posts TO-FUCKIN’-DAY.
So, when we last left Our Intrepid Heroine, our travellers were attempting to get their shit together for an early-bird deal on dinner. Now, those of you who have followed our previous adventures may see where this is going… there is no way in hell this is going to happen. Hoody’s lack of give-a-shit is a familial trait, plus trying to get this crew organized to do ANYTHING in under 3 hours is purt near impossible… but there’s the rub.
The Hoo Family all KNOW this about ourselves… even ECA’s Backup and Cousin’s Wife have been Hoo Family adjacent long enough that we’ve infected them, too. But Dear Sweet Mama’s Poor Concubine has resisted… and was raised by people who could actually, like, PLAN things… and so when we all decide we’re going to get the seated-by-4:30 special, SHE ACTUALLY BELIEVES THIS WILL OCCUR.
Therefore, as our party is moseying toward our vehicles at about 10-after4… TC is getting het up. DSM and Hoody are fairly sure we’ll still make it… the restaurant in question is not far, after all. But more importantly, WE JUST DON’T GIVE A SHIT. But when this opinion is expressed, TC LOSES HER MIND. To the point where DSM almost made her STAY HOME FROM DINNER (this is DSM’s strategy for dealing with anyone who is recalcitrant — children, significant others, police — if you act up, you don’t get to go). It was kinda like having the bad little sister I never had — I have to admit, part of me was singing the “nanny-nanny-boo-boo” song about TC being in trouble instead of me! But she straightened up and was allowed to eat with the grown folks, so all was mended. And when we got back from dinner I had to help clean out the fridge by drinking all the liquor, so that was good.
Day 7 was fairly bland — just the packing up and getting out, plus a couple of small Hoody-vs-The Concubine battles on the drive home (I told y’all, I annoy the BEJEEZUS outta her, and for some reason I JUST. CAN’T. STOP.) Then we returned to Casa de Hoody to discover A) the cuteness that is Ti-Jacques! and B) that Poor Ol’ Dad (Official cat-sitter to the Hoo Household because he works just up the road) had been sweet enough to clean the catboxes… but had then put the trash bags full of cat litter in THE BATHTUB. And this is not the first time he has done this. The man is WEIRD — I mean, he carries the cat litter FURTHER to put it in the bathtub than he would to put it by the door to go out. The mind boggles, but Hoody loves her (possibly insane) daddy!
Tomorrow I’ll be putting together all the recipes y’all have been clamoring for… and if you’re good, I might throw in the Chicken Mushroom Chowder I made up over the weekend! The sucking up begins….. NOW.