Broken A

What does it mean when "A" is broken? Alas. That's a word I won't be able to write with my ceramic letter balls. In fact, I won't be able to write five of the words in the previous sentence. To those who are no doubt scratching their heads in perplexity, I have to confess that I love anything with letters on it. So when one of my favorite online stores offered this set of ceramic balls with letters painted on them, at a super sale price, I ordered them. They arrived today, and like the corner egg in a cartoon of eggs, a ceramic ball on the end was broken. I doubt I'll be able to get a replacement "A," so maybe I'll just try to glue the letter back together. Hampty Dampty.

Clearly, I am in a silly mood. No reason, probably, other than the bizarre changes in barometric pressure. We're expecting 3-6 inches of snow starting Sunday evening (just in time for my trip north to Big Rapids).

I had dinner at the Blue Cow Wednesday night. Betty had told me about it and invited me to have dinner with her. She told me it was a French restaurant, but aside from seeing escargot on the menu and a huge wine selection, I'm not sure why it was a French restaurant. We enjoyed ourselves. We talked nonstop, the way we usually do. I still haven't told her that I won't be returning to the yellow room at the top of the stairs in the Fall.

Which reminds me: apparently my bedroom, being in the oldest part of the house, is haunted. Others who have stayed there have reported mysterious sounds and other phenomena. Anything as weird as dog food in their shoes? I couldn't help asking. Of course, she stands by her story, that the dog food was hidden in my shoe by a mouse. I told her that I had never experienced any spooky events, but then, who needs a ghostly spook when there's a real-life irritating Thaddeus to contend with? I have discovered, by the way, that I can turn the fan on my little heater so that it blows constantly (and loudly), and thus, I have had more sleep. No more being awakened early by his smoker's cough. Obviously, that's something else I haven't mentioned. He's not a bad person, just a Thadd inconsiderate.

I'm entirely too punny for my own good today.

My younger son pulled a not-so-funny prank on my husband and me this week for April Fools' Day. I got to work on April 1, opened my email, saw that there was one from Daniel, and read the subject line: "I have testicular cancer." Hurriedly, almost emptying my bowels in fright, I opened the email to read: "Nuts! Happy April Fools' Day!" I am plotting my revenge even now. Perhaps I will fake a nice letter from a lawyer to send him that tells him that his divorce didn't go through and he and Wendy are still married.

I dreamed last night that my husband was helping his sister-in-law move a mattress to her house so that her grandchildren would have a bed to sleep on. He was so involved with planning how to do it that I couldn't get his attention to report all the little fires that were springing up in the walls. Being apparently a real idiot in my dream world, I was pouring water on these little electrical fires. However stupid his wife was being, still, don't you think my husband should have abandoned his concern with the mattress to help me take care of the fires?