What I'm Reading
As discussed in Wednesday's post, I'll be reading Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L'Engle.
Can't wait to see if I still have a crush on Calvin. If anyone wants to join in, I'm sure the Library has plenty of copies, and there's probably not a waiting list.
Want an extra reason for reading it? My favorite castaway Sawyer is reading it too. He has such good taste.
What I'm Writing:
Current WIP: 20,597 (up from 18,495 last week)
Redemption of Zupa's... almost
Remember my crazy day at Zupa's? Well, I tried Zupa's one more time, and there it was. Wi-fi. I didn't even have to plug in.
Everything looked rosy, until I filled my diet coke cup, and there were no bubbles. I'm now known as the girl who freaks out about every little stupid thing at Zupa's.If Your Toot Could Speak, What Would it Say?
Yesterday, as Hubby was taking Kid C to Harry Potter camp, Kid C said he "tooted." He then proceeded to giggle.
Sam: "Yeah. That's funny, C."Kid C: "You wanna know what it said?"
Sam: "What your toot said?"
Kid C nods.Sam: "Okay, sure. What did it say?"
Kid C (in a high voice, the one he uses to imitate girls): "It said, 'When I get home, I wanna play the wii."
I asked Kid C about it when he got home from Harry Potter camp, and he confirmed the message he received from his nether regions.
Kid C: "Is that weird, Brodi?" (He hasn't called me Mom in over a year.)
me: " Is what weird?"Kid C: "That my toot said that?"I thought about it for a sec, and decided that this was going to be one of those magical moments of parenthood where the parent imparts little nuggets of wisdom that stick with the child for decades. Like telling your child exactly who the birds and the bees are and stuff like that.
So I looked at him, and said: "No. It's totally normal. How do you think I got the ideas for my book?"Kid C: "Your toots spoke to you?"
me: "Yes. It must be a family trait."
Then, just to further enforce the parental guidance, I added: "Don't do drugs."
Heck, I just sent him to a camp that taught him there is such a thing as a magical wand and a sport called Quidditch. Who am I to say toots can't talk?
Yesterday was sorta crappy. Funny now, but at the time, crappy.It Didn’t Start Out Well…
Incident 1: Diaper “event” in Kid B’s crib. I won’t gross you out, but it involved premature removal of diaper.Incident 2: Niece “washed” wii remote. In water.
Incident 3: Niece chewed up blue crayon and spit it on my carpet and shirt. It looked like someone had ingested blueberries and then barfed.
I love my niece. She is very creative in her destruction.
So, you can imagine I was looking forward to my escape to write in the afternoon.
The Afternoon Proved to be More of the Same
Zupa’s has a million “Wi-Fi Hotspot” signs, so I decided to try it out. And my day continued to suck.
So I order my food, and then try to log on to their wi-fi. But no networks are pulling up.
I go to the guy at the counter.Me: “You have Wi-Fi, right?”
Him: “No, we don’t have that.”
Me (looking at signs all around restaurant): “You’ve got like ten signs saying you do.”
Him: “Oh, Wi-Fi. I thought you said ‘do you serve Wine Frye’.”
Me: “What the heck is Wine Frye?”
Him: “I don’t know. But I know we don’t serve it.”
I try logging on again while I start munching on my salad. It’s the “Nuts about Berries” salad. Only I soon realize there are no nuts on mine. And the nuts are my favorite part.
So I go up to another girl at the counter, this time presenting my salad plate.
Me: “Excuse me, maybe I’m just not seeing them, but I don’t think there are any nuts in this salad.”Her: “Of course there are. It’s called Nuts about Berries.”
Me (slapping my forehead): “Yeah. I know. I meant, there are no nuts in my particular salad.”
Her: “So, you want more nuts?”
Me (remember my pet peeve about annoying word choices): “No. I don’t want more nuts. I want the original allotment of nuts that was somehow ignored in this particular nuts about berries salad.”Her: “huh?”Me: “Yes. More nuts please.”
Back to trying to get Wi-FiI pull up the Wi-fi available, and still nothing. So I ask the guy at the counter.
Me: “What’s the Wi-fi network called?”Him: “Ummm… I don’t know. Zupas maybe?”
The manager comes over. Thank goodness the authorities have been called.
Manager: “We have a Wi-fi bar over there against the wall. You can plug into the Wi-fi.”
Me after a loud sigh: “Plug in? Do you even know what Wi-fi stands for?”
Her: “Yeah. Internet.”
Me (smiling widely): “Great. Thank you.”
Seriously, is 3 o’clock in the afternoon happy hour at Zupas?
