WHAT VACATION?

I'm in day 3 of 5 days off. I'm still waiting for the rest and relaxation to begin. First it was Dickdioo home from Elk Camp and his baby sister back from Kentucky. Then there was a mad rush to get the Southern Oompas back on the road for their return trip home. Filing a police report yesterday for the burglary of Gabe's apartment was a 'hurry up and wait' kind of nightmare that almost cost Becca her participation in the Marching Band Finals this weekend. Fortunately the deputy's nephew is marching (rival school) as well and she agreed to let Becca mail in her statement knowing how important the competition was to her. Today will be spent picking kids up, packing, dropping them off and then running around looking for last minute forgotten necessities.

Tomorrow will be spent in Denver for the State Marching Band Championships. It will be held at the Invesco Stadium, where the Broncos play their home games. Dickidoo, my nephew Joe and I will drive up tomorrow but the band kids are leaving to night and staying at a hotel with the rest of the marching band. 3 Oompas loose in a hotel in Denver, those poor people have no clue what is about to hit them!

That leaves me with Sunday for rest and relaxation.... maybe. (but probably not!)

Every year around this time we get a few guests of our own... field mice looking for a warm place to spend the winter. We currently have one who must have a little bit of dust bunny in it's gene pool because that sucker is big, and noisy! It doesn't sneak around like normal mice, trying to remain un-noticed. This guy runs around squeaking. I think it's actually yelling at me in his little Mouse vocabulary, probably something about those nasty cookies on the lazy Susan that even it won't eat. Like the Oompas, no place is sacred from the Squeaker. This morning while taking care of a pertinent morning ritual I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. I focused on the Dust Mousy just about the same time it focused on me. I don't know who squeaked louder. I jumped up with my full moons flashing and the mouse went positively Speedy Gonzales, disappearing in a wisp of dust. One thing's for sure, I don't think that critter is going to come sneaking under my bathroom door ever again... unless it actually has a thing for big white human buns, but by the way it's eyes bulged when it saw me this morning I really don't think that is the case.

One hour before I have to pick the Oompas up. That gives me one hour of peace and relaxation... Nope, wait, my nephew has the day off from school because of Parent Teacher conferences. Oh well, it was a nice thought.

Maybe I can collect a quarter or two for the Stupid Question fund. I should have just about enough to buy a new box of truffles. Something tells me I'm going to need a lot of truffles to make it through the rest of the year!