a post about nothing? oh, you shouldn't have!

Hi! Remember me? Apparently this thing is what's referred to as (finger quotes) a blog (finger quotes) and even more apparently, a blog requires words. Huh. Novel idea. Except, no, this isn't a novel because dammit, all the good novel ideas are taken!

Oh, not really. I just don't have any of my own.

Anyway, I was actually going to write a post...before I remembered I didn't have any ideas...and then I heard a strange sound outside my house earlier this morning. "Great. Just great. Sounds like my irrational fear of Bigfoot is finally coming to fruition," I muttered as I walked to the front door to check for any large, lumbering hairy beasts standing there snarling or preparing to fling dung.

Because apparently that's what I do when faced with impending doom. Walk right straight up to it and face it like a man. That surprises me, really, because in my mind - the mind that tells me to check the windows and doors eight kabillion times before going to bed at night when it's just me and the kids, the mind that has long suggested I play dead when presented with a selection of strange nighttime noises - I'm no man (though, really, after looking at those prom photos from last week, I'd completely understand if some of you might have been confused).

However, do you know who IS a man?

My Tool Man! Like a warrior in the battle for your drilling dollars, my Tool Man has made his triumphant return home after two weeks on the road in locales as mysterious as Minnesota and exotic as Omaha. I've read stories of these magical lands, so I consider myself lucky he's come home to me.

So today, rather than write a post (wait? what is this?), I'm going to use my magical mind powers (which are not those of a man) and work on convincing my Tool Man to take me to see the new Terminator movie.

Because yes. Going to a movie IS EXACTLY what I want to do with my husband who has been gone for two weeks!

(hope you all enjoy your holiday weekend...and if any of you end up seeing Terminator, be a dear and don't tell me how it ends, OK? we at the Castle That Tools Built often have other matinee ideas and may not make it today afterall)

p.s. - No dung was flung in the creation of this post, but in true romance fashion, Tool Man dropped his bags, greeted me with a hearty 'hey,' and then breezed past me to rush upstairs, where his thrown in this castle awaits. The fires of our hearts, my but do they ever burn so very bright...