‘Twas a busy weekend.
We had the final Scandal! on Friday night, which actually went
pretty well. Since we really had no real plotlines to resolve, they all
just played each other’s characters. It was fun, and I’ve suggested if
they ever bring Scandal! back we should do that all season long.
Saturday morning I went to breakfast salon with and
others, where we discussed cheating (academic primarily, though also a wee
bit of relationship-style cheating).
I came home around the same time as Rocket, Jr. and ,
who had gone to Rocket, Jr.’s last Music Class. While they headed back
out to a birthday party at Monkey Joe’s, I tackled the clogged shower
drain.
3.5 hours and a trip to Lowes later, I was covered in foul, black drain
grease (nobody tell me what that residue in drains actually is, I just
don’t want to know) and the basement smelled like something died in it,
but the water was back to draining.
After I showered for a long, long time, went out to
dinner with a friend, so lil’ Rocket and I hung out for the evening doing
those various things that 3 year olds like to do.
Sunday morning, went to investment club while wee
Rocket and I walked down to the pool for the first time this season. He
starts swim lessons in June, so we did a little work with the kickboard.
He spent some time playing with a little red haired girl in the under 6
pool and then we cut out around lunchtime.
The rest of the day was spent resuscitating the propane grill and removing
evidence of the Great Drain Unclogging of 2006 before and
came over for dinner.
Dinner was salmon steaks grilled using something called a grill basket
that found mentioned in one of her cookbooks. I
managed to char the outside of the steaks pretty well, and then performed
a bad Abbott and Costello routine with while trying to
unstick the salmon from the grill basket:
gl5: Why don’t you try opening up the basket from that side?
me: If I do, it’ll open from the bottom and the steaks’ll fall out on the
ground.
gl5: Oh.
me: Maybe if I shake it a bit, they’ll come unstuck from that side.
(shakes, causing the latch to unlatch and the steaks fall out, some on the
grill, some on the ground)
brought a wonderful salad that heavily involved
mayonaise, and a good time was had. Lil’ Rocket spent a lot of time
trying to pull focus from the adult conversation by singing nonsensical
songs very loudly, as is his wont.
On a side note, thanks to the double whammy of the Signing Times
ABCs and They Might Be Giants: Here Comes the ABCs DVDs, Lil’
Rocket has become obsessed with letters. His conversation is almost
totally comprised of asking what words begin with a given letter, or what
letter begins a given word, or how to sign a given letter that begins a
given word.
Not that I’m complaining. It can only be a good thing.
Last night, wee Rocket was more wired than I have ever seen him, something
akin to the cornholio episode of Beavis and Butthead but less
annoying or offensive. I’m sure someone injected sugar directly into his
veins.
