C'est Vendredi!!! (It's Friday!!)

I got this video in an email--just had to share it with all of you today.  If you aren't a head banging rock in roll fan---please keep watching until the end.  It's pretty cute, and unexpected.  :) 

It's Friday (finally) and I'm happy.  The weekend is finally here!  I have a house to clean.  You know, having the kids at home all day sure makes for a untidy home.  Eek...  Oh well, at least I know where they are, and that they eat.  Each time I come home from work I have a sink full of dishes, and frozen food boxes overflowing from the garbage can.  Each time I wake up in the morning, there are even more cups and plates in the sink.  I never go to bed with dirty dishes in my sink, and no one is fessing up to the mess.  I either have untidy elves raiding my kitchen when I sleep, or very hungry ghosts.  Poor cat has been accused already. 

I got an email from my cousin Tania the other day..  She will be here in 6 weeks!  Oh my God.. It's almost July!  I think it just hit me!  Whoa..  It's almost time to take the luggage in the house and start packing!  I'm going to be calling my mom today at noon to say hello and get the inside scoop of the goings on on the island.  I want to know if they checked her meds at the airport.  I guess I just need to hear her say she is fine there; bottom line.  I do worry that she will slip somewhere and fall some place; it's a constant worry.  I also want to know if she has seen any of my ex-inlaws. 

 I sent a few emails to my ex-brother-inlaw telling them that we were coming this summer, but I haven't gotten a reply; which is a bit strange.  I'm wondering about the health of one of my inlaws--she has had some mental issues and has been on medication for it for years.  I could hardly read her writing from the Christmas card she sent me last year.  I'm wondering if she is okay and if she is really living alone.  The last thing I want is for her to think I'm going to stay at her house though during my visit.  Oh please no..  I don't like mice!!  One day I will have to write about  the night I was sitting in the front yard of this house waiting for the Ex to come home from a night of drinking with his friends (everyone is his friend after a few drinks) and hearing the mice race back and forth around my feet.  Not a good memory.