Take a whiff of Sista Smiff and you'll come back for more, that's fo sho!

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry

Criminy...I'm up to what, 3 posts today? I guess I'm going to have to just admit it here and ya'll have to promise not to tell, because it will destroy my reputation as the independent, Musician Widow....I miss Mr. Smiff.

Now, it's not his handyman abilities I'm missing and it's certainly not watching him switch channels back and forth betwixt the NBA playoffs and Andy Griffith (WWF Wrestling if I'm really lucky and it's Monday night!!) and all his middle aged persnicketyness....not missing that he can't see diddly squat without his drugstore glasses, his bringing me breakfast in bed or that morning cup of coffee he always has waiting for me as I rise to meet the day....nah...I just miss his Smiffness.

Thing about it is, I get in a rythym when he's gone on these long trips. I have my own method of channel changing that I think is superior to his (he would argue this point til the cows come that I don't know how to channel surf. I guess he should know, for he IS the champion at that) and when he gets back, I have to totally adjust the shedyool and routine and get used to him being back.

I'm tired of refereeing kid arguments alone. The latest one is why Taylor shouldn't have won American Idol, according to the Dawta, and dealing with her bad mood as a result of his win. Dealing with the fact that #2 was the only kid in his class who didn't wear his class tshirt today for their end of the year pizza shindig. (I didn't see the note saying to wear it til, oh, about 3 minutes before the bus came this morning and I had NO idear where the thing was) I told him to tell Mrs. Smith that "Mother has officially lost her mind and needs some sort of prescription" is why he didn't wear his shirt.

Just like when one of the kids is missing, it's not the same around here, it's not the same when Mr. Smiff is gone more than 3 days at a time. It's too long and too hard on everybody.

I do have to look forward to, this weekend, that the swimming pool opens up. I will be there bright and early to meet the 10:0 sun and I'm sure Tim Lee will be there. I think I will get me a new swimsuit and I've been sweating and sweating what kind I'll get. Beings I'm a Christian woman, I think modesty is most imortant, thus, I will be getting this swimsuit for the upcoming season.

Who'd have thought Pentecostal Swimwear could be so....fasionable?!?!? Nothing like taking a dip on a hot day in your culotte-styled suit!!? I will be the envy of all the muffias this summer.

4 comments:

Kristina said...

So they've taken candy striper uniforms in solid colors and swept the swimwear industry? Huh. I didn't see that one coming.

ceeelcee said...

Hang in there, Sista!

Ivy, the Great and Powerful said...

Actually, I kinda like that swimsuit. Dang, it's spendy, though.

And I totally understand what you're going through. It's hard when yo' man is away.

J. said...

We wanna see pictures of YOU in that swimsuit! :-)

Here's hopin' Mr. Smiff brings you back something shiny from Branson.

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