Jay and I had grand plans for our vacation time.
Only his work schedule changed and our time off decreased from about eight days to four, so our vacation became a staycation.
Day 1 was fairly productive. Yesterday was Monster's 18th birthday (I know, I know, I don't look a day over 18 myself, how could I possibly have an 18 year old child?) and he didn't get his driving permit when he was younger. He decided he would wait until he was 18 to get his permit, because then he could just take his drive test and not have to hold his permit for a full year like he would if he was under 18. We would have liked for him to just get his license, but you have to have a permit to take a stupid drive test, and the drive tests are booked out until June, so permit it is for him for another couple of weeks.
Monster and I went to the DMV this morning and, after only two hours, he had his permit in his hands. As we were getting in Ripley, we heard a car nearby honking. I couldn't figure out who could be honking at us, there were several parking spaces and we weren't even in the car yet, so it couldn't be someone wanting our spot. Then I located the source of the honking.
A car parked in front of us and just a couple of spots over was the source of the honking. Rather, the young lady straddling who I can only assume was her boyfriend in the driver's seat of a car, got a little too rambunctious while getting her cowgirl on and bumped the horn.
Hey, at least they were keeping themselves entertained while waiting their turn, right?
I giggled. While you certainly won't catch *me* getting it on in the middle of the day in the middle of a busy parking lot, to each their own, I guess.
Next on the to-do list was time with Her Highness. She's going up the hill on Monday, so I only have a few more days before her life of leisure is over and she's back to being a working trail horse. And by "working trail horse", I mean one day a week she's got to haul my butt around the mountain.
She's looking so good. She's almost completely shed out and her summer coat is beautiful, about three shades lighter than her winter coat. When I picked her up from Ida at the beginning of April, I started her on whole oats and she thinks that's about the best stuff on the planet. So do I, she's doing well on the oats and hay and has put on at least 50# (I'd like to think more); she'll be going up the hill in great shape.
Nebalee needed someone to babysit Asset for an hour while she was tied up. I know Nebalee was desperate, because she asked me. She doesn't do that. 'Cause Aunt GunDiva don't do the babysitting thing. I'm not a big fan of other people's kids, not even my sister's.
Okay, that's a lie. I like some other people's kids and Asset is pretty much the smartest 4 (almost 5) year old I know. She's also the most active. It was a given that she'd run my butt off and she did. I picked her up from gymnastics and then walked her a half a mile to McDonald's for a happy meal and walked back. An hour of gymnastics, a mile round-trip walk, and it didn't even take the edge off of her energy.
Took the edge off of my energy, but not hers, so I encouraged her to do somersaults down a hill. Which she did a couple of times, giggling the whole way. When she got tired of that, I encouraged her to log roll down the hill. Which she did a couple of times.
But it looked really like a lot of fun. And I can't remember the last time I log rolled down a hill. I let my inner 4 year old loose and started rolling down the hill with her. After the first go-round, I don't know who was laughing harder: me or Asset.
It was the best laughter I'd had in a while.
So I did it again.
And when Nebalee showed up, we talked her into log rolling down the hill with us; all three of us laughing like crazy people.
Most. Fun. Ever.
Seriously, next time you're completely stressed out and want to kill someone, just go log roll down a hill a few times. We obviously take ourselves far too seriously if we give up something as fun as that.
Heck, I might even go try a swing at some point on this staycation. :)