The REAL spaghetti monster
2006-08-14, 12:10 a.m.

I WAS having a great weekend.

Hubby finished his summer session class this past Thursday and couldn�t wait to engage in some family activities. Yesterday we took the kids to Parrot Mountain and Gardens where we had a MARVELOUS time, fell in love with a number of feathered friends, and are now trying to finagle finances to afford a little caique who bonded with all 4 of us and wrapped us around his tiny talon.

We can�t afford him. He costs double what we pay yearly in homeowner�s insurance. But LORDY he was precious, and its put us on the quest to one day have a bird, preferably a type of parrot. Caiques seem to be perfect, but we�ll see.

We took the kids to a pizza�n�games franchise which was clean, kept the pizzas restocked quickly on the buffet, and had a decently maintained game room full of children who behaved like decent citizens and never once prodded me into visions of strangling the little sugarplums.

Today we went to Dollywood where the lines were not too long, the heat was not unbearable, and people were considerate. Sometimes going to an alternate dimension can be fun.

After Dollywood we took the kids to a nice local restaurant with the world�s best buffet, where Son ate three times as much as he normally does. He had one slice of cheese pizza, half a plate of macaroni and cheese, a full plate of spaghetti, and a whopping vanilla ice cream cone. He was a happy boy.

At 10:30pm he proved two hypotheses: 1) that spaghetti comes out in the same form at which it entered; and 2) one plate of spaghetti is enough for a 60 lb boy to cover every viable surface of a 12 x 12 square foot bedroom. (And a hall.)

We�re not talking a simple sick child here. Bless his little heart, he tried valiantly to make it to the bathroom and didn�t, but it was so bad that Hubby had to help me remove his mattresses to clean down inside the bed rails. Son sleeps on a top bunk. Do the math. It took me an hour to strip his top and bottom bunks, the dust ruffle, the mattress pads, remove the comforters from the duvet covers, scrub down surfaces you wouldn�t think could possibly have been reached, and shampoo the carpet. Good news is he�s feeling better, and since this is most likely from overeating, he should be just fine and off to school in the morning, much to his chagrin.

Speaking of school, they�ve been in for just over a week now and Son has not yet received detention hall, so we are considering everything a rousing success. No visible bus demons (no matter what the kids say), they are happy with all their classes and teachers, they are catching up with their buddies, and everything overall is fantabulous.

So�
Now for something completely different.

My next entry will be my first private one. Should you desire the username and password, drop me an email at sallydallydo at gmail dot com and I shall do my best to oblige. �Til then, it is after midnight, there has been no more power pukage, and I am going to bed to have nightmares about spaghetti.

I don�t intend to eat that stuff for awhile, if ever.

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