We came home from work and the last-day-of-school party, opened the door and one hundred flies went past me in a swarm. Huge flies, so big that you could see their feet. I got sick of smashing them, because they left such big, goopy spots and started vacuuming them. They were big and dumb and slow and when I vacuumed them up they went flook, flook, flook up the vacuum hose. It took me a few days to realize they were coming out the chimney. I was a little disapointed that the chimney sweep didn't have a cockney accent, but they came with an even bigger vacuum and sucked up a dead animal from the chimney and the flies are gone.
But yesterday was even better!
On the way to pick up Camille, Ana and Stefan at Willowbrook, the car started smoking. Three hours we waited for a tow truck in a gas station in 103 degree heat. At least there were lots of snacks. Our car never breaks down! "Yes it does, remember when the clutch cable snapped?" said Stefan, age four.
What a pleasure to go into work at Hanna today, lovely air-conditioning, no flies, and my to-do list is much shorter than the one at home. I spilled tea on my new capri blue t-shirt, but Shelley, the women's clothing designer let me go through the samples and get a new Banana Republic tee to wear since I had to wash my shirt in the sink.
As Dakota says, the best of days!