I juggled sipping on coffee and answering a
bombardment of text messages from my campers and Snickers while on route
home. Snickers was waiting for me at the
Cheonan Bus Terminal so that was super sweet.
I saw him when my bus was pulling up.
We only live about five minutes from the terminal but he had showed up
thirty minutes early, just to make sure he surprised me.
[Feel free to enter any “make-me-gag”
motions, I’m not offended... even I do it to… hahaha.]
It felt sooooooooooo good to be back in
Cheonan with Snickers and on route to our house.
So good that it was almost too good. The first thing we did was head out for meat. I had picked up a cup of coffee at the terminal in Seoul but now it was fulfilling my craving for meat that I needed tending to. I don't think I could ever become a vegetarian -- my favourite animal is steak... hahahaha. I don't think I'll ever eat tofu again either for a long time, well that and beans. My one-word suggestion for the camp cook would be "eggs". They're very versitle, you can make about a thousand different dishes with them, they taste great, are super high in protein, and are a hell of a lot more filling. Their high tofu, low flavor meals left me frustrated because there was no real chewing required and no real feeling of substance. I had a tofu burger at camp and no, it just couldn't compete with a real hamburger.
Anyways.... arriving home, I prepared myself to be
bombarded by Pyen Chi, Balboa and Pacquiao.
They jumped up on me, tried to tackle me down like some kind of
quarterback linemen and then I broke away from them and noticed something.
I noticed something bad... something so bad!!!
My bigger than big white leather couch has
three spots of blue ink on them. One
spot is about the size of my palm but the other two are like the size of a head
– a Korean head! I rolled my eyes and
blurted out, “Yet another reason why I don’t want kids. Kids do this kind of crap!” My mother-in-law had a dream that a
blond-haired little girl approached her but woozers, don’t be looking to me to
be the mother of any kid. Three dogs and
a husband are where I draw the line.
I’ve got the one dog that weighs in more
than the kids I just taught hockey too (and eats more than them too), another
that acts like a pouch on cheap acid in that he’s just way to hyper, and the
other one is growing by the second and is still in baby mode so when he’s quite
you know he’s getting into trouble. And
then there’s the fact that I’ve got a husband who is 4 years younger than me
and has the energy level of a two year old.
Fourteen legs to look after is quite enough for me, especially when 12
of these 14 legs killed my couch with a blue pen the other 2 legs so carelessly
left lying around the house.
Coming home to a shockingly spotted couch
wasn’t cool but I was back and no silly blue spots on a couch could dampen my
mood. I was home.
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