Migraines, Oceans, and Rufus Newman

I had a migraine today so I didn't get to go with my family to the beach. They headed off and I stayed home and did stuff like praying to die. (Seriously --I know you think this is an exaggeration but I've had, what? 25? migraines this year so far and every single time, I've reached that moment when I would simply rather be dead than endure one more moment of that kind of pain. It doesn't matter that I have two kids and a husband who depend on me. All of the blessings in the WORLD don't matter one bit because, gosh, when you get to that level of pain, you would just freaking rather be dead. I only tell you this because if you know someone who has migraines and she says, "Dude, it's so bad I would rather be dead." you'll know she's not exaggerating. I am serious. I also know that it will pass --but I'm one of the lucky ones that way.)

I did some knitting when I started feeling better. Then I went to Big Lots, where some 70,000 crying children were converging, to buy some bribe presents to try to compensate for being so incredibly lame and missing one of two days at the beach. Honestly, I really worry that my children are going to think of me as this gimpy woman who never goes along on the real adventures and has migraines that interfere with having real fun.

Do you ever wonder how your children will remember you? Because I worry that mine will remember me like I remember MY mother--I can't remember her ever playing with me but our house sure was clean.

My husband meanwhile, was learning to "skim board" which is where you run and get on a board thing and try to ride along, on water just above the ground, sort of like a skipped stone without the skipping part. No, it's sort of like running and sliding on a wood floor. Only you're on water and on a board. See?



The other thing *I* did while my family was off having fun was to make friends with the little kitty who has adopted my MIL. In addition to her dog (Brandi) and the cat (Gary. Gary Cooper. He was an old college cat of my brother-in-law's and he's hilarious. Orange tabby. Of course.), she has this cat who officially lives next door but spends all of his time on her back porch.

This cat loves my MIL's dog. Seriously, the two have a THING. It's so cute.
I wanted to name this kitty Rufus. My husband turns out to have a big aversion to this name.

We've named him Newman. Like the Seinfeld Newman.
They play together in this very violent way that results in no bloodshed but is still really entertaining for those of us watching.

Anyway, such was the day. I have to go sleep in a tent now to prove to my older daughter that I'm not completely a washout...


This is the funny wine label on my MIL's wine --isn't that hilarious? I will refrain from comment, (y'all know how I feel about potty humor.) (But, just so you know, it's killing me.)