Dagmar - good thoughts on the house, and on Mudpie.
I'm thinking I'm finally recovered from the stomach mess I picked up from DH last week. It beat me down hard, him too. Both of us were pretty much worthless for close to 7 days. I still feel tired and bloated today, but have been mostly able to keep food down. I'm ready to feel rested and healthy again. I haven't exercised in over a week, and just don't have it in me today either. Had to get up at 5am to go teach a safety class to our catering drivers at a location over an hour away from my house, then had to drive back in morning rush hour traffic to volunteer at the charity golf tournament that my company co sponsors. In a great splash of irony, they relocated the tourney to a new golf club this year after 12 years in the old place that was about 40 minutes away from me. This year it was five miles from my house. SO. Of course I had to start the day with a 50 mile drive one way to teach and a 50 mile drive back within four hours to spend the day 5 miles from home. I'm worn out.
Had to punish DSS all weekend - four nights in a row he was at our house for the first time in months, grounded all four. Hit someone at school last week and got suspended.
Our annual Mother's Day luncheon was this past weekend, at a restaurant in the town where they film The Walking Dead. We saw the 'Woodbury Town Hall' and some other notable places, and had our choice of such pasta dishes as 'The Lori' and 'The Walker Stalker'. I don't watch the show, but my SIL who does was greatly entertained. I had a fried green tomato BLT for lunch and had my first ever pimento cheese, with Mississippi Mud Pie for dessert. All while wearing a prissy dress and drinking fancy soda with all the women I love in my life around me. I told my family that I finally feel appropriately Southern. I even drawled a little when I got home just for effect.