No STRIPPER?????

Pics from the Bachlorette Party Friday night and why I was hung over while camping!

I'm TIRED DAMN IT!

Yesterday I stayed home "tired". Yes, that was my excuse and I'm sure I will continue to hear about it. I was exhausted and since I have vacation, sick and administrative time to take off, I can take it! So shut it.

However....

After calling my boss to tell her I was calling in tired, I returned to my bed to sleep. Only to be awaken at 9am by bark, bark, bark...

Seems that the neighbors have too much money and THIS year decided that in addition to having their house power washed, decks re-painted, and their garden mulched and put away for the Winter, that they also needed to have their yard re-landscaped. I could care less except that I needed to sleep and the damned dog would NOT shut up.

Finally at 11am or so I started to fall back to sleep when BARK, BARK, BARK. My Avon was there! Nice, but not nice enough for me to get up. "SHUT UP FOR THE LOVE OF GAWD!"

Back to closing my eyes when at 1pm or so the AT&T guy FINALLY decides to come again.

Then UPS drops off my wedding dress.

By this time I'm practically in tears, I'm so tired. I just want to sleep. I don't know why these delivery guys feel the need to ring the damned doorbell when they are just going to leave the shit outside anyway... to hear my dog bark? Trust me, it gets on your nerves after, oh, the 100th time!!!!

So at 2:30pm I lay down once again. The Man comes home at 3:30pm, and by this time I AM crying. He says to go back to bed and he will keep everyone (including the damned dog) quiet until The Punk drops off The Baby at 5pm.

At 6pm I hear the phone ringing. It's The Punk, she and my niece are moving a bedroom set from my nieces house to The Punk's house, could I watch the babies, do we have a truck they can use... blah blah blah...

Excuse me... WHAT THE??????

So I just say screw it and start sorting thru the Avon... eat something for dinner and resign to just staying up until 9pm when I AM going to bed....

HA!

8:45pm rolls around and I'm staring lethargically at the TV when The Punk calls. The mattress flew out of the back of the truck, so can we (The Man and I) please bring a rope and meet them in the next town over.

Oh and BTW, Shell and Big Daddy need the babies to go home 'cuz it's getting late...

So we get back to The Punk's house, unload the furniture, try to comfort the babies, and get everyone settled in. I'm reminded of a saying:

"Lack of planning on your part, does not constitute an emergency on my part."

Words to live by in a DIFFERENT family.

I went to bed at 10pm and am STILL tired this morning. Anyone know a vet that removes vocal cords in dogs???

The Clampets always camp!

Back from another camping adventure with my family. Everyone survived and we didn't have to get out the first aid kit!!!

Pictures to follow tomorrow...