Friday morning: Writer's workshop, keynote speaker Jim Daniels (a working class poet). I honestly fell in love with his work, and I'm not much of a poetry person.
Friday evening, take one: Trying to get Monsoon to taste his ziti. "I can't. My teeth are broken."
Friday evening, take two: Splinter chaos. Tweezers are not our friend. Monsoon nearly knocked himself unconscious trying to get away.
Friday night, well past bedtime: Finally (Monsoon asleep) arrive at Oscar's place, Sprinkles in tow and really excited about the three other dogs that live there. None of them tried to eat her, which was good.
Saturday morning, 5 a.m./an hour and a half before we had to get up: "Are we at Uncle Oscar's house?! Yay! Yay!" Monsoon proceeded to wake every creature within a 2 block radius, including Oscar's two roommates, who do not have children. I'm sure they were perfectly happy with us, because they said they didn't mind. I totally believe them and wasn't embarrassed at all.
Saturday morning, later: Oscar blew everyone else out of the water and finished FIRST in his second 5K ever. Hubs beat his time from the last 5K, too, and my mom came in first in her age group! Monsoon and I ran the "kid's one mile fun run." It was a complete accident when that other kid tripped over Monsoon's feet at the end.
Saturday afternoon: The North Market in Columbus. I don't even know what to say about this, other than WOW I want to live there. I could even pack myself in a tent on the roof to live there. It is fabulous. Food, food, more food... and it was (almost) alllll delicious, including some of the same fine chocolates that were put into the Oscar baskets for movie stars. I didn't care much for the "organic feet" display, as far as food goes, but I do wish I hadn't left my camera in the car.
Saturday night: Mellow Mushroom Pizza. It's just beautifully taste-tastic. The waitress was hot for my brother and kept bringing him beer. I only got one refill the whole night.
Sanity or Patience: choose one.
Do you ever have one of those moments where you think, "HA! I am sane!" Then you step in dog poo with your bare feet and remember it was your idea to get the puppy...?