Sometimes a gentle slug is called for

Obiwannabe, Scout and I had a yard sale today. We were going to yesterday but having just one day to prepare proved to much for us. Our reason for the sale was to make a little extra cash to pay a bill while we wait for a couple of houses to move (it's a lease/purchase thing we do from home).  The result was even better then paying a bill though because now I can actually park my car in the garage.
  It's only been a few months since we moved but the accumulation of dust and bird droppings on my car was pointless to clean off. Until now. 


And I  cleaned my closets out! The house is a wreck but it is at that point just before it all comes back together Mary Poppins style. To-morrow! To-morrow! I love ya---  oops, wrong movie.

We got back from Oklahoma Tuesday. Lo lo's (grandaughter by Luna) 2nd birthday party was perfect. The next day we went to the lake with Luna, Her husband and Lo lo. 

Would you believe that she is due at the end of July?! From the side she looks like she stuffed a basketball up her shirt.

This lake and my friend Cowbell are my two favorite "constants" of visiting there. Luna has not and will not always live there but the lake and Cowbell will always be a part of some of the best memories I have ever had. I have known Cowbell for 27 years. The lake for39.

 Cowbell and her daughter. 

  

Here is the lake and Scout.

On the way to Cowbell's house the first day we were there I was on the phone when next to me from the passenger side of the car I heard frantic yet muted shouts of, " Oh! Whaaa? ew! Slug ahhhh Bug! Herbie!!! Herbie!!! oohhhh!" accompanied by a gentle slug on the arm and grunts and guffaws and hand signals indicating the need for an immediate U-turn. This was not from my six year old. I told my mom I would have to call her back because evidently I was going to have to turn around. Obiwannabe had just seen Herbie the Love Bug. 

We play the slug bug game. This game had bad connotations for me because of past Slug Bug competitions gone way to competitive. When Obiwannabe "introduced" the game to Scout and I, I went along with it. Telling myself to leave the past where it was suppose to be and move on.

I was thinking about this game yesterday. Obiwannabe and I can be in a "discussion" that may have turned somewhat heated and in an instant, at the sighting of a Volkswagon Bug, we are playfully slugging (tapping really) each other.  

" I understand what you meant, I just disagree with you. It doesn't matter how many times you say the same thing -SLUG BUG, RED!- I will move past that truck at a speed I am comfortable with."

"Oh! Good eye."

A very useful game in diffusing discussions and boredom.

Back to the story though. We turned around and got pictures.

I had the brilliant idea of taking Herbie for a test drive so we could go somewhere and get pictures of us inside of him but the morning we would have done that Obiwannabe woke up, stretched his neck and pulled a very serious muscle. If the car is still there next time I am so taking that test drive! We had to explain to Scout who Herbie was and promised to get the movies so she can get to know him better. If we were rich we so would have bought this car.

  

 One last thing. I owe someone an apology. In another entry I accused a bird of spitefully mistreating our squirrel. I stand corrected. Thanks to the strong nature of the Mockingbird these four babies were not eaten by a certain squirrel.

Hey, a mom's gotta do what a mom's gotta do.