I have sheets on the stairs, and towels on the carpet for you, Carl.

I wrote an entry earlier this morning, but AOL ate it.

Oh, Carl...where can you be?

Carl is our handyman who is fixing our bathroom.  Carl was supposed to call me after 9am today.

It's 10:52 am, and no word from Carl.

Carl, where are you?

The reason why I have sheets and towels on the floor is because yesterday, Carl took the floor out of the bathroom, and left a mess.  Hubby man managed to clean it all up before I arrived home.  Apparently Rich ran to the drug store to buy carpet cleaner-yes, that is how bad it was.  I'm glad I didn't see the aftermath of Carl--I think I would have had a cow.  Hubby knows me well--I will keep him.  This morning I woke up early and got ready for Hurricane Carl to arrive.  This time I'm ready.  No sign of Carl yet on the horizon however. 

I have so much to do today until I leave on vacation.  Let's see..grocery shopping.  Rich will be the only one at home this week, so he has told me only to buy the essentials.  These essentials include:  1 gallon of chocolate milk, preferably Nestle's Quik, peanut M&Ms, and enough Pepsi to last him an entire week.  He will spend the entire week in peace and quiet-no kids, no T.V. interuptions, just him and his candy dish of M&Ms and Pepsi at his side.  Okay, now tell me who is having the REAL vacation?  I got him the last season of The Sopranos, part 1 & 2, so that will keep him occupied.  He is looking forward to this time, I know he is.  He'll be living like a bachelor again for a week.  He better enjoy it now while he can before we come back. 

Liz is taking two classes this summer, and she is going to miss them next week, so she needs to do an extra credit assignment and visit a museum, and we will be doing that.  It's free, so might as well take all the kids, right?  May be I'll bring my camera. 

I have to goto the mall and buy a few things for the trip, and two birthday presents for a party we are going to tomorrow afternoon.  Between that and shopping for bathroom fixtures and a shower door, I'm going to have to take a nice nap.  The plan is to take off to L.A. as soon as I drop Lizzy and her friend at the Greyhound Depot.  By the time I get to Hollywood, her bus will have arrived.  I have instructions for the two how to get to Venice from the depot, depending on how they feel after the long bus ride, but I'm prepared to pick them up.  I have my Google maps.  A friend of mine who has traveled extensively on the Greyhound warned me that the depot in Hollywood is a "hot spot" for pimps looking for fresh meat.  Lovely.  Yes, I'm hoping the girls will call me to pick them up.  One less thing to worry about, although I know these girls are smart enough not to be lured by a guy with a purple feather in his hat. 

I found this under "Old Hollywood" in YouTube..  Watch it, it's kind of long, but it's so funny!  I had tears in my eyes at the very end of it. 

No, Carl isn't here yet.  But that's okay.  I got to go...  Too much to do..  He has a key, he'll be okay. 

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