Aunt Catie was vewy waughing!

I didn’t get a lick of writing done yesterday. Today’s been better, and I hope I’ll write more later, but right now I’m home from the coffee shop and it’s time to update.

There was babysitting yesterday, which brought some hysterical highlights into our day. :) At one point, Breic heard, or thought he heard, an airplane, and came running over to tell me “It was an airpwane!” I said, “What’s an airplane?” and he said, “It’s a thing that flies through the sky and wooks wike an airpwane!”

I thought that was funny, but it reduced my mother to tears of laughter, and after several seconds I realized why: the only thing Breic *hadn’t* said was, “But that’s not important right now, and stop calling me Shirley!” Then *I* was reduced to tears of laughter, and Breic sat on my lap sort of giggling, because he had no idea at all why I was laughing so hard, and Mom and I were trying to explain to Dad, so Breic realized that what he’d said was funny, even if he didn’t know why, so *he* went over and told the whole story to Dad, and ended with, “And Aunt Catie was–was vewy waughing!”

The other bit I liked was him asking me where I got my necklace, and I told him my husband, Uncle Ted, had given it to me, and that Uncle Ted would be here in two weeks. He said, “Two weeks is a WOT!” and then went and told Dad “Unkw Ted wiww be here in two weeks. Two weeks is a WOT!” We all agreed that two weeks was a WOT. I will be glad when a WOT of time is passed, and Unkw Ted is hewe.

Letting agencies around here get slithery when you mention pets. None of the ads say no pets, but they start sounding tense and asking if you have perhaps one small dog, or say outright they don’t accept pets. *fret* But one lady, at least, asked about the pets, and has now said she’s trying to arrange a viewing this weekend, so hopefully things will work out there. This all makes me very jumpy. I’ll be awfully glad to have it settled.

Things that are different in Ireland: raisin bran, which they call sultana bran. You know how in the states you can get Kellogg’s raisin bran, which has much superior flakes but very few raisins, or Post raisin bran, which has lots and lots of raisins but utterly inferior flakes? Well, here the Kellogg’s has equally good flakes (maybe even better; I think they’re bigger and darker-roasted) and lots of raisins, *and* the raisins are sweeter, so the whole shebang is nicer without adding sugar.

They do not, however, understand about electrical outlets. Particularly in the bathrooms. They have none in the bathrooms. At all. o.O

I walked all the way down to Gra…okay, so I went with Deirdre, which makes it much less impressive, but I walked all the way BACK from Grafton Street yesterday, gosh darn it! By MYSELF! Without getting lost! I did not, however, find a hat while I was down there. Not that I looked all that hard, really, but still.

miles to Mount Doom: 227
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