SUN. FEBRUARY 19
We had decided to do a late Sunday brunch all together, so we slept in, then got up to cook.
But first I picked up messages, and learned that my mom had taken off her second cast (how sloppy is this hospital, that they're making their casts that badly!). I had a whole nother string of messages from nurses at the hospital. I talked to my mom there, talked to the dispatch nurse, and had her write "Do Not Remove" in big black letters on cast no. 3.
And then I got about cooking. The other house brought the pancake stuff and bacon, I brought the potatoes, a whole bunch of people brought eggs. I cooked the eggs and the potatoes and made a couple of batches of margaritas (in lieu of champagne, you see), diligently salting the glasses and everything.
It was a marvelous brunch. The kids ate around the coffee table, we squeezed all the adults up to the table, and had a truly lovely time. I had about 2 eggs' worth of scrambled eggs and cheese, a couple of servings of hashed browns (with grilled onions -- the remainder of my onion), a half a bagel w/ cream cheese and lox (the very last of that lox I've been working through since Christmas Day), a chocolate chip pancake with just a drizzle of syrup, and a margarita.
After brunch, everyone else cleaned up -- I was exempt because I cooked. Ah, bliss.
Then we took off to Foxploration, the mini-theme park Fox Studios built as an adjunct to their Baja studio, which they built to make Titanic. It was a blast. A friend of ours shot the "Making of Titanic," so we got to see a lot of his footage. We played for a long time in a room where you could shoot nerf balls at each other, took the Titanic tour, climbed all over the ship from Master and Commander, and took a special effects exhibit tour. Everyone was starving by the time we were done (and freezing -- it was cold!). Cory bought a bag of chips while we were there, and I managed to snag two chips from my stingy son.
We stopped at a taco stand on the way home and bought handmade carne asada tacos for everyone. But when we got home, I picked up messages and learned that my mom had taken off her thirdcast. She wasn't answering her phone (they've given her Darvocet, so that explains it), but boy did I get an earful from another neighbor, whom I've never met and who my mom has never even mentioned in some 12 years of living there, but who felt free to tell me I need to drop my work, my kids, my husband, and move in with my mom indefinitely. She was really quite nasty, and it upset me a lot.
So that left Lee to parcel out the tacos, and he botched it up. Somehow he missed finding his own tacos, so he ate mine. Leaving me to eat 2 of Cory's carne asada tacos, which were just plain meat, no cilantro, onions or salsa, as mine had had. And leaving Cory hungry and asking why he only got 2 tacos when he ordered 4. And later when we found Lee's tacos, neither Cory nor I could have them, because they had guacamole on them. And Lee was full, having eating my dinner. Oy.
We had also bought donuts at a little bakery we found next to the taco stand, in part because we couldn't find marshmallows anywhere to make more s'mores. I had 1 raised chocolate donut w/ peanuts.
And then I went to bed early, with a screaming headache, and with my back hurting so much I could barely stand up. Thanks, Mom.
But first I picked up messages, and learned that my mom had taken off her second cast (how sloppy is this hospital, that they're making their casts that badly!). I had a whole nother string of messages from nurses at the hospital. I talked to my mom there, talked to the dispatch nurse, and had her write "Do Not Remove" in big black letters on cast no. 3.
And then I got about cooking. The other house brought the pancake stuff and bacon, I brought the potatoes, a whole bunch of people brought eggs. I cooked the eggs and the potatoes and made a couple of batches of margaritas (in lieu of champagne, you see), diligently salting the glasses and everything.
It was a marvelous brunch. The kids ate around the coffee table, we squeezed all the adults up to the table, and had a truly lovely time. I had about 2 eggs' worth of scrambled eggs and cheese, a couple of servings of hashed browns (with grilled onions -- the remainder of my onion), a half a bagel w/ cream cheese and lox (the very last of that lox I've been working through since Christmas Day), a chocolate chip pancake with just a drizzle of syrup, and a margarita.
After brunch, everyone else cleaned up -- I was exempt because I cooked. Ah, bliss.
Then we took off to Foxploration, the mini-theme park Fox Studios built as an adjunct to their Baja studio, which they built to make Titanic. It was a blast. A friend of ours shot the "Making of Titanic," so we got to see a lot of his footage. We played for a long time in a room where you could shoot nerf balls at each other, took the Titanic tour, climbed all over the ship from Master and Commander, and took a special effects exhibit tour. Everyone was starving by the time we were done (and freezing -- it was cold!). Cory bought a bag of chips while we were there, and I managed to snag two chips from my stingy son.
We stopped at a taco stand on the way home and bought handmade carne asada tacos for everyone. But when we got home, I picked up messages and learned that my mom had taken off her thirdcast. She wasn't answering her phone (they've given her Darvocet, so that explains it), but boy did I get an earful from another neighbor, whom I've never met and who my mom has never even mentioned in some 12 years of living there, but who felt free to tell me I need to drop my work, my kids, my husband, and move in with my mom indefinitely. She was really quite nasty, and it upset me a lot.
So that left Lee to parcel out the tacos, and he botched it up. Somehow he missed finding his own tacos, so he ate mine. Leaving me to eat 2 of Cory's carne asada tacos, which were just plain meat, no cilantro, onions or salsa, as mine had had. And leaving Cory hungry and asking why he only got 2 tacos when he ordered 4. And later when we found Lee's tacos, neither Cory nor I could have them, because they had guacamole on them. And Lee was full, having eating my dinner. Oy.
We had also bought donuts at a little bakery we found next to the taco stand, in part because we couldn't find marshmallows anywhere to make more s'mores. I had 1 raised chocolate donut w/ peanuts.
And then I went to bed early, with a screaming headache, and with my back hurting so much I could barely stand up. Thanks, Mom.
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