Twas Brillig

(*Fluffy and I watched The Little Mermaid yesterday… the title comes from that. I’m sure you know that. But I had to tell you anyway, just so you didn’t wonder about the weird syntax…)

Tonight, Brian whisked the oldest two kids away for a little vacation up at a cabin in Park City— rented by his sister for her birthday, and where the entire clan of in-laws will be festejando for a few days.

I stayed home because I know that neither Fuzzles nor Scooby can sleep anywhere but their own beds. So the plan is for me to stay here tonight with the little dudes and tomorrow, after their naps, I’ll head up there to parTAY.

All of Brian’s family is there. His three sisters, their spouses, and a plethora of children, and his brother and sister-in-law and their rambunctious little one. And his parents. That’s a LOT of Brian-ites.

And the scheduled activities are very Brian-ite too. There will be hiking and swimming and even a family talent show. (I’m gonna have Scooby sing Linkin Park. Seriously. He can. Or perhaps I’ll have Scooby and Bubba act out this YouTube clip. They can do it perfectly. “Don’t tase me, Bro!” “What did I doooooooo!?”) There will be meals prepared, there will be presents opened, there will be 4-wheeling and hiking and kite-flying. There will be lots of talk about politics—before I arrive, that is. They don’t talk about politics with me because I’m A: Smart, and B: a heathen democrat who therefore must be a gay mexican abortionist on welfare who is GOING TO HELL. (Hmmmm, I wonder if they don’t talk politics with me because I’m snippy and sarcastic? Nah, couldn’t be.)

All in all, it should be very fun. Especially if you’re into 4-wheeling and hiking and wearing swimsuits, all of which I’m really… not into. But I love all the people involved, so it will be fun anyway! And my kids and hubbylicious will be in heaven—they don’t get many opportunities to do fun stuff like this, so it’s great for them to live it up every once in a while.

Anyway, ALL of that is besides the point. The point is, Brian and the eldest two of our offspring are gone and the littlest two are fast asleep and I have drunk enough Diet Coke tonight to stay awake until June. I was looking forward to a long, fruitful night on the internet, catching up on all my blogginesses (because I haven’t read any blogs in, like, an entire week. If not longer) and seeing what all my dear ones are up to.

And then? Betrayal of all betrayals. My internet DIED. Ka-POWEEEE. I couldn’t get it to connect. I gasped. I pouted. I cursed Comcast. I sat staring at the computer, thinking that maybe if I stared long enough it would magically repair itself. But nooooo.

Finally, I gave in to my fate: my internet-less night. I was left with several options: I could work on my book, because I don’t need the internet to type a word document. And I’ve been complaining forever about having this great story in my head but not having time to actually write it out. So, naturally, that’s what I did, right? Wrong. No, instead, I went over to my bed and shoved the clean laundry (the stuff I should have been folding) that was strewn all over it onto one side, grabbed some serious junk-food that I wasn’t hungry for but ate anyway, and plopped down to allow the television to entertain me into oblivion.

Except… there was nothing on. NOTHING! And, I’m a TV junkie. I’m so easily entertained. Still, there was nothing. So I went to the On-Demand options (no longer cursing Comcast, but adoring them with every fiber of my being) and found that I could watch a preview of the new Season 2 of Robin Hood. (Those of you in the UK will SHUT YOUR MOUTHS now. I KNOW you got this months ago, but BBC America won’t start showing them on this side of the pond until the end of this month.) And OH! How I was dying to gaze upon Jonas Armstrong these new episodes.

Unfortunately, it was very unsatisfactory. It only showed half of the first episode. WHAT am I supposed to do with half of the first episode?

So, I came back to my computer. To write my book. And yet, I’ve ended up here, babbling on my blog, even though I can’t actually publish this babble because my internet connection went out AGAIN. (And… she’s back to cursing Comcast.)

Which proves a point. I think. Yes, I think it’s possible that I have a point here. See, I hear people talk about how productive they would be if they stopped wasting time on the internet. But! I have proven tonight that I can waste time and be entirely unproductive even WITHOUT the internet! It’s a remarkable talent, if I do say so myself.

And I do.

Look! Look! I got a connection! I’m now going to publish this utter nonsense. Wheeeeee!!!