Two different people called me at home yesterday, on what was celebrated Nationally as the Christmas holiday, to see why the Post Office wasn't open.
I keep telling you: People are not meant to live year-round on islands. It does bad things to you.
I have a cold. So, last night, I performed some Mad Scientist Wizardry and created an epic cocktail of over the counter meds that KNOCKED ME OFF MY ASS.
I still have the cold, but I'm so loopy , I don't care.
Somebody keeps driving by me in a red truck, waving each and every time. I have absolutely.no.idea. who it is. I waved once.
My neighbors change vehicles more often than I change clothes.
My husband has been home with us for more than three straight days. That's something of a record. He's suckered the kids into a Wii tournament that apparently doesn't end until
1. I die
2. My head explodes
I may whip up that cocktail again, just to make the evening bearable.
Just looking at this makes me laugh...and the thought of it walking out In The Wilds of Downeast Maine puts a grin on my face like nothing else:
I have the sense of humor of a 10 year old boy.
The island has gotten me, too.