Just had fishsticks for breakfast. Further proof that nothing is ever done the traditional way here. Actually, it's just the product of being a night owl who doesn't get to bed until about five in the morning. I woke up at around two in the afternoon, and the better part of the day was spent planning and budgeting for our mini getaway to Sleep Hollow.
The sixteenth and the seventeenth of this month the Philipsburg manor will be doing its annual Sheep to Shawl event. There will be sheep there, of course, and Punky will be lucky if she's able to pry me away from them at the end of the day. No one really knows how I feel about sheep. I may love them more than I love Halloween and most people know how I feel about that. More info on Sheep to Shawl can be found at www.HudsonValley.org in case I suddenly wake up famous and thousands of people read my blog.
We also prepped The Brat on our upcoming field trip. This seems to work wonders for us all, and is our new drug of choice. It gives him something to look forward to, and he doesn't feel like he's being left out of the loop or being kept in the dark, which is a harsh thing for him since he's a curious little thing. That's what we did for the trip to the aquarium. He got to visit the website, see pictures of the exhibits, and behaved wonderfully.
Punky is the tiniest bit let down that this means that we can't surprise him with things, as again he is nosy and doesn't like not being told where he's being taken, but I think that his behavioral improvements are worth giving up on surprises. At least temporarily.
Our financial situation is looking good and we're trying to keep it that way, despite shopping around for a new camera since ours is busted and possibly looking into some pantry shelves. The key will be to balance our spending with a bit of belt tightening anywhere we can manage it.
Alas... Punky calls.. more blogging later.