or, “This Post is a Segue.”
Almost a week ago, our twins were released from the hospital. In the intervening days, we packed up our little house in Okinawa, shipped our stuff through the mail, and hopped a flight – all six of us! – back home. Max was spectacularly airsick, and the stewardesses (I’d say ‘flight attendants,’ but the Japan Airlines ladies are very much stewardesses) were very sympathetic once I’d managed to convey that it wasn’t swine flu.
It’s very, very good to be home, and we’re all settling down into our new schedule. I’m even getting enough sleep at night to avoid zombie-brain in the morning! However, I am not doing much else aside from just dealing with four kids and a house that’s been empty almost two months. (Big thanks, and I cannot say this enough, to my friends who cleaned it while I was away.) So, I have no new projects, no awesome pictures, and very little interesting content to fill this post.
My spam, on the other hand, has started telling me jokes. I have no idea why. They’re a mish-mash of the terrible and the hysterical, and when I read them to Greg (with a thick fake Russian accent) we both burst out laughing. Here’s a sampling:
‘Here is new joke! Why did the rabbits go on strike? They wanted a raise in celery!’
‘I have fresh joke for you! What do you call a cow with no legs? Ground beef!’
‘Wanna joke? Why didn’t the turkey eat very much? Because he was always stuffed!
See? Spectacular. At any rate, hopefully we can find some time for crafting in the new rhythm, because I have some things I want to get done before the boys grow too big for them.
You’ll find a rhythm soon enough. And then one of the four will throw a wrench into it! Hahahahah! Ah parenthood!
Glad you’re all back together!