Finally, my day off!  Dickidoo is at work, the Oompas are all still in bed.  The house is silent.  Lovely!

I have been digging through piles and piles of laundry for the past couple of days.  We will be going to the Renaissance Festival this weekend (HUZZAH!) and I need to take inventory of what we have and what I still need to acquire.  The boys are easy, they'll just grab what ever they wore last year and they're good to go so long as I braid their hair.  The girls on the other hand are both physically and mentally incapable of wearing the same outfit two years in a row.  (Shame on me for even suggesting it)  This year Rocky wants to be a dragon something (?)  Her outfit MUST be purple, it MUST have a corset of some sort which MUST be pointy in the front, and she MUST have wings and horns.  Yeah, okay, no problem.  I'm sure Walmart has something like that in the Jr. Missy summer wardrobe collection.  (NOT!)  Becca will be easier to outfit I think.  She just wants to be a gypsy dressed in black.  We already have the skirt so we only need to come up with a blouse and all the trimmings.  Oh, and of course she MUST have a corset.

Dickidoo, who is usually pretty game about these kinds of things, refuses to let me dress him up.  I offered to sew him a pirate's shirt but he's as obstinate as I am lazy, so he gets to wear a  tee shirt and I have one less sewing project to worry about.  Me... I'm going as a medieval hippie!  I know, hippies didn't come around until centuries later, but the dress is perfect, except for the hippy paisley bandana print.   I know what it needs to make it more Renaissancy, a corset!

We'll be taking some friends along with us.  This will be their first time at the Faire.  They have two small boys and a little girl.  I get to help outfit them.  What fun, I'm so excited.  Its almost like when the Southern Oompas were here.  (Awwww, I miss my little Southern Oompas!)

I've heard from Gabe again.  We're looking at maybe late July for a visit (with family in tow?)  His fiancee is due in late September.  Hopefully she will be here in Colorado and settled down in an apartment by then.  They still haven't decided upon a name yet.  She has turned down all of Gabe's suggestions so far and has threatened to name the baby 'Riot' if he doesn't come up with a good one before the baby is born.  I wasn't too sure about 'Riot' as a name, but you know what, the more I say it, the more I like it.

A letter came in the mail the other day from the high school.  They are holding Art's report card hostage until we pay $350 for the marching band uniform he allegedly never returned.  First of all, I saw him roll the uniform up, still on the hangers and in the dry cleaner's bag, and stuff it in his back pack on the last day of school so I know he returned it.  And secondly, I already know what his grades are (its pretty bad!) so they can keep the dang report card for all I care, I DON'T WANT IT!

I ran out of coffee grounds yesterday, as well as hazelnut creamer.  I have 52 cents in my debit account.  (maybe I went a little shop-happy in preparation for the Faire... maybe just a little bitty bit).  I could ask Dickidoo for a loan, but he's a little bit (HUGE) ticked off at me because I disagreed with him (gasp!) about something last night.  I can only imagine how long my rap sheet must be by now, probably MILES long.  Oh well, I guess I'll dust off the jar of instant coffee.  Hmmm, I wonder how peanut butter tastes in coffee?