Rambling Sunday

I've been up for two hours now and its not even 9am. Children should not be allowed to wake up before 7am--or 7:30am or even 8am would be better. At least I don't have any competition for the computer at this hour.

Well, yesterday didn't turn out to be half-bad. Yes, it was butt-ass cold out. By that I mean my ass was cold the entire day--those canvas fold-up chairs should be fleece lined. EE sported her snow pants, which helped keep her warm and LC spent most of the time either on my lap or in the stroller covered with blankets. The parade was okay, they did lose quite a few participants because of the cold. It was the oddest thing--nobody was going for the candy. People were hurling it out by the handful and people (including all the kids) would just watch as it fell at their feet. Maybe they were too damn cold to reach down and grab it, or they new it was so cold that it would break their teeth. After the parade it looked like a cargo plane carrying Tootsie Rolls lost its contents over campus. We still came home with a bag full of candy, frisbees, t-shirts, and other assorted "goodies" we picked up at the booths (like a packet of tomato seeds--EE thinks she is going to plant them after her other preschool planting died).

Anyone else going to miss their dh today? Mine will be lost in the world of golf as the last day of the Masters is upon us. Last year he was able to go to a practice round before the tournament started and still remembers it fondly. Remember the question about the new pic on the blog? It is one he took at Augusta last year. He has given me the challenge of somehow figuring out a way for him to play the course as a 40th birthday present. Oookaay. Let's see: private course, impossible to get on. Hmmm. Don't think that will be happening, honey, unless I somehow make friends with someone in the next 5 years whose dh is a member of Augusta. Anyone? Anyone? Yeah, didn't think so.