So, I’ve not written because I feel like I should write about my vacation. Here’s the thing, though. My vacation, while thoroughly enjoyable, did not lead to good blog fodder. We went to Maine. Kayaked, hiked, shopped in NH (no sales tax), and visited with my Aunt (she lives up there). All wonderful, but not the most exciting things to read about. So, no vacation write-up. I do have tons of pictures, which I will upload to flickr someday.

Last week Randy graduated from fire academy. The ceremony was last Monday. I had planned on heading up there from work, but we lost internet/e-mail, so I left early. (Seriously, I ran out of things I could do.) I called TRgirl to see if she wanted to carpool, and she said, “That would work out well. You can drive my car home.” It turned out that she and Randy were planning on going out with the rest of his class to celebrate after the dinner at his parents’ house. They were going to put Monkey to bed there, go out, pick Monkey up, and then head home. His parents live about 30 minutes away from them; I live five. So, we simplified things. I drove her car home with Monkey in it, put him to bed, and hung out until the got home.

TRgirl: You don’t mind? It won’t mess up your plans?
WG: Well, my plans were to go home and watch TV. You have a TV.

(Confidential to TRgirl: That crying he did in the car? Over as soon as we started driving off. Clearly just a show for you.)

Also, I am very proud of Randy.

Thursday I went to the Trace Adkins concert . I am very curious as to how they sell that particular concert series to the acts. “So, you’ll be playing at an outdoor stage in an office park.” “An office park?” While there, I mocked on of Randy’s firefighting compatriots for flirting with the young (15-16) girls who were flirting with him.

Saturday we went to see Mamma Mia! That movie? Fun. Except for when Pierce Brosnan sings. That part makes your ears bleed and the baby Jesus cry.