I Was Strolling Through the Park One Day...

Before I forget, Pooki got her second tooth on Feb 22. Her left one poked through first on the 20th . Whew! Don't want to forget that!!!

We had one of those busybusybusy weekends where we accomplished a lot but really nothing worth mentioning. And, I still feel like I have so much to do. Yuck! We (read:Hubby) cooked all day Saturday. He was in the kitchen for about 6 hours, he said. I believe it! Hubby is really great about making up stuff to keep us going through the week. This time he made a really fantastic, super-spicy curry and his famous lentil soup. And, he made double batches of both so we took some over to Grandma & Grandpa. That was fun. We all certainly had great appetites this weekend.

Last week was a different story, though. If you're about to eat, stop reading now and revisit after you've digested, because this next bit is gross.

There's a park right across the street from our subdivision and if you were to look at a map of our town and draw a triangle connecting the elementary, middle and high schools in our neighborhood, said park would be pretty much in the middle of all three. Generally I think this is a good thing. However, last week as Biscuit, the Beans, Katie and I were walking home from school, a kid (high-school aged) stepped out from behind a tree, zipping up his jeans and wearing a devious smirk on his face. I couldn't believe it!!! NO WAY!!! Just walk along, don't acknowledge him, don't let it bug you, don't SAY anything, I told myself. But then I flashed forward twelve years to when the Beans were walking home from school and they saw this nasty lamebrain public-tree-wizzer emerging from his private business and, of course, I was overcome. It was broad daylight. There were people EVERYWHERE! And he's Peeing on a TREE in the MIDDLE OF THE PARK!!!!!!!!!

"You nasty little boy! There's a bathroom RIGHT OVER THERE!!!" I pointed to the bathroom right across the park. For a public toilet in a park, it's really pretty nice.

"I know but I'm helluv impatient and I drank a whole bottle of water," Seriously? Was that really the best he could do? That's his best defense? Maybe he has some sort of mental deficiency and I should lay off and try to UNDERSTAND him and his helluv impatience.

"Well, big boys are supposed to know when to go weewee and when to hold it. Maybe you should go back to kindergarten until you can learn that."

We were really close to the kindergarten. But we were closer to the bathroom. What a dork.

I would have been SO embarrassed if someone had caught me weeing in public. I still would be! What's the deal? Am I old? Am I just showing my age? Is it in vogue to wee in the park? If I were a dog, I'd perhaps consider it. But even our little Katie has class enough to not wee in inappropriate places. The Beans get a bye since they're still in diapers-- I guess I'll just have to start carrying extra diapers for errant tree-wizzers. Not for them to use! Not clean ones! Big, nasty, soggy, stinky ones-- so the errant tree-wizzers can know just how disgusting it is to be confronted with someone else's bodily refuse against one's will.

Like I have time to do that.