Tis a blah, blah day in NH. It’s been cold lately, and today it’s raining. And the tall kid couldn’t be more thrilled about it!
Why? Because we’ll all curl up in the living room and watch Star Wars Episode II: Attack of the Clones. Neither the husband or I have seen that one, so we’ve got to fit it in before Episode III comes out. Not that I’m suffering, being a little bit of a SW nut myself. But even I’ll be relieved when it’s over, because the tall child has talked of nothing else for the last two months. And the short kid has figured out if he hums the Darth Vader tune every time I walk into a room, he gets a laugh. Brat.
So, after we get back from breakfast, the husband will kick back in his recliner and try to stay awake, the tall child will have an irrespressible urge to explain everything happening in the movie, the small child will just talk non-stop about anything and everything, and I’ll be ensconced on my end of the couch with notebooks, print copy of Roadtrop and purple Flair pen.
And that’s how the husband and I will celebrate our 12th anniversary. We came to a mutual agreement last year that the amount of money we spent on nice cards would buy two large iced coffees each, and we’d rather have the coffees.
Rain, Star Wars, coffee, and editing. <---(oops, there's that pesky serial comma)