So I did the
nagging concerned wifey thing and tried to get Mr Husband to take a vacation this year, he’s running himself ragged, working so hard, getting on my last damn nerve he really deserves a break. So do I. But he kept saying he was too busy. How. Ever. Hah. Somehow he got it into his head that the kids have simply ruined our lovely (it was never lovely) wooden staircase, and before the poor renters (who have their own thundering herd of sons (fyi: a thundering herd of daughters = 10 or so. A thundering herd of sons = 2. )) move in, the stairs have to be sanded and refinished by a professional This Guy We Know. Aaaand TGWK said we can’t use the stairs for three whole days, so ha! We get a vacation!
In the Bavarian Forest. Which is teh hot tourist destination for foreigners (i.e. anyone who’s not Bavarian – seriously, they call all other Germans “Prussians”), but because it’s in Bavaria, and hence full of Bavarians, it sort of lacks the getaway vibe for the folks ’round here. So I might never have seen it, but for the fact that it’s close, and cheap, and they had something at the last minute. So. Tomorrow we go to this place. We’ll be back on Wednesday.
The kids are gonna be so bored It’ll be very, um, relaxing.
Song du jour of the day: What Your Parents Think All Your Music Sounds Like, by Worm Quartet. As you can probably guess, it’s Not Safe For Kids. Well, most kids. Mine have already seen it, and Kelly’ll probably have shitfuckdeathBEER! t-shirts made for her daughters, but the rest of you should only click that link once your innocent little cherubs are asleep in another room. Or maybe another state. Cheers!