First of all, I want to thank Mickey Mouse Clubhouse for teaching my little person a bit of geography lately, even if it's not exactly sound. Unfortunately she also now wants a passport and to "put a lot of stamps" in it. Seriously, she sounds like Lucy Moderatz, wanting to put stamps in her passport. Well, she doesn't have a passport. I do, but she doesn't - not yet at least. She does have a Build-A-Bear Workshop Pawsport, and that seems to be working just fine... so far. Last night I had to find it quickly. Luckily it seems that, to my credit, I forgot that I have set aside a basket for the sole purpose of keeping the important documents of all Ladybug's stuffies and dolls. Besides the Pawsport, it is also where I have stowed the birth certificates to all of her Cabbage Patch Kids - if for no other reason than I can remember their names.
Speaking of Build-A-Bear, after Christmas Ladybug took some of her money there and bought an Elsa dress for her Monkey. Now, the Elsa dress looks quite lovely on the Elsa bears. Quite honestly Ladybug's Elsa Monkey looks like a drag queen who should be starring on her own show on Amazon Prime. As long as Ladybug loves her though, that's all that matters.
Bart is out of town... again. He hasn't really been home much since New Years. I'm not really complaining, because it's his work. He loves it, and it provides for our family. For the past three weekends, we have spent part of Saturday ferrying him to the local Enterprise Rental Car to either pick up or drop off a vehicle. After putting around 100,000 miles on his Tundra in the five years he's had it, Bart has finally opted to start renting a vehicle for these long road trips for work. I'm all for it, because I really don't want to replace the truck before we replace my car, which we've had for almost eight years and could really be traded in for something larger. Anyway, I actually don't think we have to go to Enterprise this Saturday, which is good, because Ladybug has a birthday party to attend for one of her friends from church.
Since Bart is out of town, he's missing his first church league basketball game tonight. He also missed practice yesterday and will miss Thursday night's game as well, but that's to be expected from a league of grown men with other responsibilities. Anyway, I think he really likes it. It's good for him too. He never really enjoyed playing softball with his work team, he's better at basketball, and it's a great way for him to get to know the men of our church better. Anyway, it may be a church league, but it's apparently not namby-pamby. Word has it that there are lots of injuries. Bart came home from practice last weekend exhausted, stinky, and with a bloody sock. The sock wasn't say, Curt Schilling bloody, but it was still bloody. He had difficulty walking for a few days. Ladybug saw him walking weird and asked, "What's he doing?" to which I replied, "That dear, is called hobbling." Let's just hope he makes it through the season without any serious injuries.
We got a new couch over Christmas. Bart wasn't too sure about it at first, because it's a reclining couch. That makes it different, and he doesn't deal well with different or change. We were worried Lucy and Dory would freak out at our getting a new couch. That didn't happen. As long as there's a couch, they're happy. Lucy has discovered how convenient a reclining couch is for cuddling, and it's her new favorite piece of furniture.
My friends, Louise and Laura, are preparing for the coming blizzard. What is it The Weather Channel is calling it? Oh, right... Juno. Anyway, they live in the Northeast and are rather used to snow, so they're taking it in stride. Several people I know say that they wish we would get some. I'm just like, "That's ok. I'm - I'm good." Despite everything that I seem to have forgotten, last year's eternal winter is still quite fresh on my mind. I honestly think that during one of our later snowstorms last year I had a small nervous breakdown. So, I'll take our sunny days in the 60s, thank you very much.