Sunday, July 15, 2012

Good morning!

I'm sitting here at the McDonalds in International Falls writing this on my iPad. It is 6:17 AM. Why??? you ask? Because I didn't sleep last night between being farted upon by my lovely daughter who was sharing my bed, and the eighteen kabillion mosquitos in our camper. That high pitched whine is enough to drive a girl crazy. When I didn't hear it in my ear, I was waiting for it, anticipating it, dreading it. It sucked. So now I am in town having a bucket of coffee and listening to the early morning McDonald's regulars jabbering. One of whom is my old elementary school principal, Mr. Arveson. I loved him when I was a little kid. He has an accent that sounds vaguely like Lawrence Welk, in fact he looks a lot like Lawrence Welk. He's old now and he looks so cute sitting on the new mod-squad, "this is a coffee shop not a crappy fast-food joint!" stool. His black, velcro tenners don't even touch the ground.

What am I going to do today, you ask? I don't know. Probably have diarrhea from the shocking amount of coffee I've managed to suck down in the last 15 minutes, listen to Kira's grievances, scour the camper for the goddamn hole where the mosquitos are getting in, read, kayak (preferably after the diarrhea), swim, sweat. The usual. What are you going to do?

3 comments:

  1. Did nothing but vegitate all day!

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  2. I'll be up there next week. Will you still be there?

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