So here I was working my little worker bee stinger off when Band of Gold hit my noise-canceling headphones. Reminding me: it’s time to blog!

Of course, I have absolutely nothing to say, but how can I call myself a writer if I can’t make a little magic out of a blank piece of digital paper?

The weekend was good. Mother’s Day was on Saturday for us. Got my mom some jammies from Victoria’s Secret. She unwrapped them, thought they looked a little big. Went to her room to try them on, never took them off the rest of the day. That was pretty much eight hours of jammie wearing while we sat around and watched TV. Now I finally see the resemblance!

My niece and nephew ran out to my car when I pulled into my mom’s driveway. I was flattered until the first words out their mouths were Where’s Q?  Q was in North Texas with his mom, you know. My nephew, unfazed: well, he can come to our house tomorrow then. We’re going to see Speed Racer.

I was extended no such invite, for those keeping up.

I got all kinds of mothersday shout outs from everyone but my kids. Breakfast in bed was a Quaker Oats chocolate chip chewy granola bar thrown at me from three feet away. I never did see the card Jordan claimed she made for me at school. Jon Alex’s card made me weepy on Friday when he gave it to me, but by Sunday, he’d moved away from any such sentiment.

No worries. They walked to Sonic and brought me lunch, then walked to Walgreen’s to bring ice cream.  The nicest thing they did for me was not getting themselves abducted on either trip. That was the best gift ever.

Next weekend: Q’s birthday. The big 28. No kids within 20 miles of us. What ever will we do?

I know I totally won’t win the ugly feet contest over at Gus’ place ‘cuz have you seen a better taken care of pair of feet out there?

I’ve noticed on some of the political blogs I’ve been reading there is this thing called an open thread. I ignore them. Have no idea what they are. But now that I have run out of things to say for the week, I am going to hazard a guess. I have never used the phrase “hazard a guess” in writing in my entire life until just now. Anyway, I’m hazardly guessing the open thread is for those blogs that normally have a comments off policy, but that open the comments for the occasional post. Maybe the blogger is getting a quickie in the bathroom, and he is leaving his readers to entertain themselves. Or, open thread means the readers can go as off-topic as they want in comments on a particular post without moderation or fear of censorship. While the blogger is getting a quickie in the bathroom.

Open thread, open Friday. Get it all out. I gotta go, um, potty.

1. At work, Q is in charge of an operation. I am in charge of my 2-wall cubicle. Guess which one of us has the busier day. Guess which one of us is happier at work.

2. I have twice in my life confronted drivers doing something incredibly stupid. Both times have involved the other driver being a 5-foot-tall woman driving something larger than a tank and asking me to move my insect-sized car to make more room for her poor driving skills. It’s really important that you be able to see over the steering wheel and properly maneuver your vehicle while sharing the road with me. Or I will walk up to the window of your $50,000 tank and deliver to you a stern lecture.

3. I have a short fuse these days toward unprovoked and unwarranted conflict and confrontation. Which maybe is why I walked up to Truck Drivin’ Grandma this morning and delivered to her a stern lecture this morning in the Walgreen’s parking lot.

4. Q is the diplomat of our dynamic duo.

5. Getting distracted while looking for all the song suggestions from yesterday, we ended up last night with James Taylor’s greatest hits and Band of Gold by Freda Payne. It was a 70s love fest. Most of the other suggestions we already own. The ones we don’t: gettin’ around to ‘em.