So once again, I disappeared. I know, I suck BUT it has been another terrifying week of drama and trauma. So I made it through the storm waiting from my husband to arrive back from the North Pole. Ok, so he was in Norway but still! It was pretty touch and go for awhile there but I survived. He’s back and bearing awesome presents I might add. You know it was bad when my lunch conversation talking of Session 9, actually made me sad and think of when we watched the horrifying thriller about the old insane asylum leading to a killing spree. Very romantic indeed. I guess lobotomies and a crazed David Caruso = love. The only thing more disturbing than the movie was the context in which it was brought up. It seems we looked at an old abandoned insane asylum for our new office headquarters. Well, there’s a surefire way to get me to take some of my vacation time. Seriously, not going to happen.
Now in sadder news, my mother and I had yet another adventure this weekend. We headed out Saturday morning to the old homestead of Cherry Hill. Not much is still there from my formative years. What is still there is my grandmother. While I hope to not have to go through this in more detail anytime in the near future- it looks like her 94 years may have caught up with her. And I may be losing my last link to my NJ stomping grounds. Mom is back again today so we shall see.
In the meantime, my Cinco De Mayo anniversary is approaching and I am looking for some good and creative ideas for celebrating Five years with the boy. Aside from a lot of margaritas anyone have any good ideas?
