What Lovely Weather We Are Having

Not.

It was so cold at the Man-Cub’s baseball game last night; we huddled under blankets, wore gloves, and pulled our hoods over our heads. And, by we, I of course mean the other mothers and myself. The boys, who played a good hard game, could not be bothered with so much as a jacket. Kids, they are crazy like that.

Unfortunately, today’s temperatures don’t appear to be planning a trip to the top of the thermometer, either. It rained most of the night and the backyard, which Hugh so lovingly and back-breakingly tilled and raked this past weekend, is a sea of mud. A sea of mud the likes of which has caused our previously yellow lab to mutate into some sort of blackened hairball. It’s not pretty. Humorous, yes. Pretty, no.

On the other hand, the moisture is great for my newly-planted garden and, since Mother Nature has been holding the hose; I haven’t had to drag my lazy ass out to the yard to do it which makes the quagmire currently tempting the Man-Cub (come on little boy, you know you want to roll in the mud, lovely, lovely mud…precious mud) almost worth it.

And, for the record, if that child steps one muddy foot in this house after actually succumbing to the temptation, I am shipping him off to military school.

On a completely unrelated note; I visited the foot doctor for what I am hoping is the last time. He seems optimistic that my plantar fasciitis will not make a return visit and he is very happy with the way that my orthotics have broken me in, or, I mean, how well I have broken my orthotics in. Although, it does feel like they have broken me.

On a related note, the doctor was less interested than one might imagine in knowing that; when cultivated in a Petri dish, toe jam produces almost as much bacteria as snot.

Where is his scientific curiosity, I ask you?