When Daddy's away, the mice will be bored out of their gourds with their Mommy

Daddy left us yesterday for his secret mistress, The Desert. No seriously, he's in Death Valley right now, emailing me to tell me that his cell phone doesn't work. What a dork.

We won't see him again until the wee-est hours of Tuesday morning, leaving me in sole charge of midget entertainment for a week. Well, I did schedule the babysitter to come over for two nights while he's away, so there will be breaks. But it's really not that bad. They are such good boys, and we are all feeling better, so I think I won't have sold them to the gypsies by week's end.

Today I had our friendly local mechanic pick up George the Green Car for a seriously minor amount of work that we knew had to be done. When George arrived back at my house, with nary a phone call from them to discuss the terms of his release, I got slapped with this bill that is literally three times higher than what Dadaw told me it should be. So now I have to call them and get all "I'm calling the BBB on you fools." Me, a girl who has a visceral dislike of confrontation AND who is supposed to talk like she knows anything at all about cars and what their repairs should cost. Grrrr.