Saturday, February 11, 2006

hallucinations and hot dates

It's the weekend. It's a hot day. My kids are splashing around in their paddle pool again. Fatty is gardening. I've slipped away to blog.

Something very weird just happened to me. I walked into our bedrooom, and accidentally kicked a backpack that I take to karate class. A maniacal laughing erupted from the backpack. It was a little startling, but I quickly reasssured's just that lion toy of Ben's that shrieks with laughter. One of our friends had given Benjamin a battery-powered, crazy lion that responds with hysterical mirth when shaken.

The problem is, the lion is not IN the backpack. It is not near the backpack. It is not behind the door. It is not under the bed. It could be in the cupboard. Now that I'm writing this, I realise I haven't looked there. But if there is no lion in the cupboard, you know what that means I don't have to wrestle with a giant cat when I want a pair of shoes, of course. It also means I have started imagining I hear laughing lions. There better be a lion when I look.

I have to cling to my sanity for at least another few hours. I cannot be sent to an institution just yet, because tonight I have a hot date. Yes, it hasn't happened for awhile, but this evening Fatty and I are going out to dinner just the two of us! We're going to a small but lovely restaurant just nearby. I have even bought a new summer dress in an attempt to impress. I can hardly wait.

We will be able to talk without a small child intervening with, " Do I have to eat ALL this broccoli?". We might even hold hands, without a chubby child body wedging itself jealously between us. We can order spicy foods, hard-to-manage foods, any foods we like. But best of all, I can gaze into Fatty's amazing green eyes and remember exactly why I love him so.

I'm now off to hunt for lions. Wish me luck


Alice said...

What was on the menu, oh lion-hunter extaordinnaire? Sizzling lion steaks, or did you just imagine that's what you had?

Whatever it was, I hope it was delicious.

John Cowart said...

For years Ginny and I have made a point of going out for a Friday Night date with no family or friends along. It helps keep us sane...

Back when we were poor, all we could manage was to walk down to the river to watch a sunset and share a single candy bar. The most important thing is simply to be together and that doesn't happen unless we fight for it.

Heather said...

Good luck lion hunting!

I hope you had a great date with Fatty! I am sure you looked stunning in your new dress! :-)

Motherkitty said...

Hope you had a very romantic Valentine's Date all by yourselves, with the food being great, the ambience romantic and pleasant, and your dress beautiful for the occasion.

Better get a lion tamer for that little maniacal laugher. He's liable to scare the pants off something if he starts that late one night when no one's around.

Hope your weekend is nice and relaxing for all of your family.

Abandoned in Pasadena said...

It's always a delight, full of excitement to be able to go out on a date with your husband and leave the little ones at home.

Have fun on your date and I hope Fatty notices your new dress and tells you how beautiful you look in it. Have fun.

Speaking of that laughing lion...we had a maniacle laughing clown...he was hideous and creepy. It seemed like any vibration would start that awfull scary laughter and would scare the bejeebees out of you.

We tried putting it away, high on a shelf in the closet, but just the opening of the door would jar it enough to start that hideous laughing. We had to get rid of it...get it out of the house so we wouldn't jump with fear every time we turned around.

TUFFENUF said...

What a nice romantic post. It is nice to know that you are still dating your husband, and that you are still in love! Good luck on your date - maybe it was your stomach growling!

manababies said...

I hope you had a good time and ate lots of hard-to-manage food! I'm jealous! :P

Alipurr said...

WooHoo! Hot date! I can see you eating something like BBQ Ribs, with both hands. No high chairs. No booster seats. No extra trips to the potty. Hurray!