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So yesterday was a Day Off Moving Chores and I took Tadpole to see a little show at Casa Loma, the local architectural abomination fairytale castle.
Casa Loma is set up like the Grandest Open House ever, only the house is not for sale. (Yes, one week after buying our Dream Home, this is still the way I think; I still have the mad impulse to follow open-house signs and visit houses, cos it's kind of fun. No, really. Even if real houses that people live in never quite look like that -- I've been told that to make a house look more spacious than it is, the trick is to put half your stuff in storage beforehand.) Most of the grandly furnished rooms at Casa Loma are roped off, but for the dining room, which is protected by a very large glass panel.
The panel being very tall, my sweet Tadpole didn't see it and walked right into it with a resounding "BOOOOING". She wasn't hurt, her dignity was just slightly bruised, and she hid her mortified little face against my shoulder and sobbed. And although I SWEAR that I am not a bad person, I got caught in one of those awful nervous laughing fits (you know, when you know you shouldn't laugh, but you can't stop yourself. I have a friend who gets fits like that all the time, especially at funerals. It's very embarrassing.) and my poor Tadpole was all unhappy and people Glared at me.
And in the general confusion that followed, my home keys (the keys to that home that will not soon not be ours anymore) dropped from my pocket.
And of course I didn't notice anything until I was standing in front of our door, searching through my enormous purse, in which I found many unexpected things, including a vegetable peeler (?), but no key. Not that key, anyway. So I called Husband on the cell phone. "Wait", he said, "I'll call them".
Husband *on other phone*: My wife was at Casa Loma this morning, and she lost a key, did you find anything?
Guy at Casa Loma: describe the key, please?
rainette: Well, it's on a keyring with a white bear...
Husband: It's on a keyring with a white beer...
rainette *through a mouthful of drool at the mention of white beer, Ach, Weisbier ist wunderbar!*: not beer: bear! A polar Bear!
Husband *to casa loma guy* no, no, no, a bear, a bear.
Casa Loma guy *utterly confused*: the bear is drinking a beer?
It turned out they had found the key (huzzah!), so I drove back and got my key, and then I took the girls straight to Froglet's Eurythmics class, and then we went to McDonald's, because I was supposed to pick Husband up a little later (I had a meeting and wanted to leave the girls with him).
I firmly blocked out any memory of "Supersize me" and got McNuggets, and the girls got Happy Meals with Crappy McToys (TM). The McToys (TM) happened to be little Sega eletronic games, which I am absurdly good at (blame years and years of training at Don-key-kong, with my nephews, when I was in my early teens). The girls, alas, kept losing, and I was very amused to find out that they had no idea how well (or, indeed, what) they were doing, and that it was the tone of the music (sad and mournful when they lost, bright and chipper when I won) that informed them of the fate of the little character on the miniature screen. After a while, Froglet pouted and complained: "NOT FAIR! I never win!". And Tadpole-the-optimist turned the game on, and when it chirped its cheerful greeting at her, exclaimed in delight: "Yay! I won!" even though she hadn't even started playing yet. :D
Then Froglet asked to go to the washroom, so we tried to find the McToilets (TM) (up the ramp, down the stairs, through 2 doors). It turned out that the Ladies' were closed for repair and we were asked to use the Men's and lock the access door. Unfortunately, there was no way of knowing beforehand if there was already a male of the species inside, so we just went in and startled a bespectacled twenty-something into copiously McPeeing his shoes (woops).
I'd left the house at 9:00 in the morning, and was back at 10:00 in the evening. Wah! Long day, no packing. *looks guilty*
Anyway: I am not deleting my LJ (yet. If things get too crazy, I may have to, for a while), but I am not really on top of things (or rather, I am REALLY NOT on top of things) and don't really read everything or comment much, sorry. I'll be back to normal in a month, I swear.
OK, am off to pack then.
Casa Loma is set up like the Grandest Open House ever, only the house is not for sale. (Yes, one week after buying our Dream Home, this is still the way I think; I still have the mad impulse to follow open-house signs and visit houses, cos it's kind of fun. No, really. Even if real houses that people live in never quite look like that -- I've been told that to make a house look more spacious than it is, the trick is to put half your stuff in storage beforehand.) Most of the grandly furnished rooms at Casa Loma are roped off, but for the dining room, which is protected by a very large glass panel.
The panel being very tall, my sweet Tadpole didn't see it and walked right into it with a resounding "BOOOOING". She wasn't hurt, her dignity was just slightly bruised, and she hid her mortified little face against my shoulder and sobbed. And although I SWEAR that I am not a bad person, I got caught in one of those awful nervous laughing fits (you know, when you know you shouldn't laugh, but you can't stop yourself. I have a friend who gets fits like that all the time, especially at funerals. It's very embarrassing.) and my poor Tadpole was all unhappy and people Glared at me.
And in the general confusion that followed, my home keys (the keys to that home that will not soon not be ours anymore) dropped from my pocket.
And of course I didn't notice anything until I was standing in front of our door, searching through my enormous purse, in which I found many unexpected things, including a vegetable peeler (?), but no key. Not that key, anyway. So I called Husband on the cell phone. "Wait", he said, "I'll call them".
Husband *on other phone*: My wife was at Casa Loma this morning, and she lost a key, did you find anything?
Guy at Casa Loma: describe the key, please?
rainette: Well, it's on a keyring with a white bear...
Husband: It's on a keyring with a white beer...
rainette *through a mouthful of drool at the mention of white beer, Ach, Weisbier ist wunderbar!*: not beer: bear! A polar Bear!
Husband *to casa loma guy* no, no, no, a bear, a bear.
Casa Loma guy *utterly confused*: the bear is drinking a beer?
It turned out they had found the key (huzzah!), so I drove back and got my key, and then I took the girls straight to Froglet's Eurythmics class, and then we went to McDonald's, because I was supposed to pick Husband up a little later (I had a meeting and wanted to leave the girls with him).
I firmly blocked out any memory of "Supersize me" and got McNuggets, and the girls got Happy Meals with Crappy McToys (TM). The McToys (TM) happened to be little Sega eletronic games, which I am absurdly good at (blame years and years of training at Don-key-kong, with my nephews, when I was in my early teens). The girls, alas, kept losing, and I was very amused to find out that they had no idea how well (or, indeed, what) they were doing, and that it was the tone of the music (sad and mournful when they lost, bright and chipper when I won) that informed them of the fate of the little character on the miniature screen. After a while, Froglet pouted and complained: "NOT FAIR! I never win!". And Tadpole-the-optimist turned the game on, and when it chirped its cheerful greeting at her, exclaimed in delight: "Yay! I won!" even though she hadn't even started playing yet. :D
Then Froglet asked to go to the washroom, so we tried to find the McToilets (TM) (up the ramp, down the stairs, through 2 doors). It turned out that the Ladies' were closed for repair and we were asked to use the Men's and lock the access door. Unfortunately, there was no way of knowing beforehand if there was already a male of the species inside, so we just went in and startled a bespectacled twenty-something into copiously McPeeing his shoes (woops).
I'd left the house at 9:00 in the morning, and was back at 10:00 in the evening. Wah! Long day, no packing. *looks guilty*
Anyway: I am not deleting my LJ (yet. If things get too crazy, I may have to, for a while), but I am not really on top of things (or rather, I am REALLY NOT on top of things) and don't really read everything or comment much, sorry. I'll be back to normal in a month, I swear.
OK, am off to pack then.
