“What’s Up Wenzday” is getting a boob job.
Or botox. Or a tummy-tuck. Or something. I’m changing my “What’s Up Wenzday” format for a few reasons, the first of which is that I can if I want to. Reason number two is that my hubz kind of hates these posts since they are all over the board and getting it set up takes like 500 hours or something and I’m tired of listening to him complain about it. Reason number three is a bit more profound.
I’ve grown out of the old “What’s Up Wenzday” format.
It’s true. I really have. And moreover, I’m bored of it. “What’s Up Wenzday” has become a chore instead of something to which I look forward. Reporting in on my challenges and trying to keep you updated on shit about which you probably couldn’t care less — that’s just silly. And I don’t need a Happiness Project to keep me in line, because I have tools and support in place to keep me above water. I don’t need to keep talking about how much I have or haven’t added to my WIP.
Just, BLAH, you know?
I don’t have to discuss in depth all of my stupid self-improvement goals. The truth is, I’m going to fail at a lot of stuff. I can tell you about it as it happens, if I feel like it, instead of harping on about it every fucking week.
“What’s Up Wenzday” was becoming kind of downer, you guys.
But… What’s Up Wenzday?
Oh, things are still up. For example, lemme tell you about Tuesday Family Fun Night. See, Tuesdays are a mixed bag for us.
On the _BRIGHT_ side…
Tuesday is when my daughter comes back from her dad’s house, which is great because we miss her when she’s gone.
On the _DARK_ side…
My daughter does not make the transfer from one household to the other very smoothly. I think it’s hard for her to handle having two entirely separate families. I know I’d have a rough time of it, so I’m not knocking her in any way. But the fact of the matter is, on Tuesdays she is kind of whiny and shitty.
Where “kind of” = <[{very much} plus {a lot}] times {infinity}> {squared}.
So then, Family Fun Night!
In an effort to keep things light and help her look forward to returning home to us, we have started doing things outside the house, so her first night home keeps her busy and she drops right into bed when we get back to the house. We go bowling, see a movie, visit the park… that sort of thing.
Last night we did putt-putt-golf.
If you know me at all, you know this is a major big deal because I don’t engage in that sort of self-mockery. Why would I *ON PURPOSE* place myself in a position to look physically awkward and incapable? Well, I’ll tell you why.
I’d do it to make my daughter smile.
We were all laughing by the end of the course because none of us could hit that damn ball. And it was so windy that even if one of us DID manage to hit it the right direction, the stupid thing kept rolling around the green so that several times we’d have to put a foot on it to make it sit still. Whatevs. Golf is dumb.
The best part of the evening was the tree house.
THE TREE HOUSE OF TERROR, THAT IS! After failing at golf, we went to Cox Arboretum so we could make fun of ducks (stupid birds amuse me because birds are assholes) and listen to frogs and maybe see butterflies. When we arrived, however, the butterfly house was closed. Still, a new feature caught our eye in the distance: a super gigantic observation tower which rose above the trees and well past the sky and I think it touched space. That’s how it felt when we climbed the stairs, anyway. Rickety as fuck, but somehow it held our weight — I could feel it shaking, though, and upon reaching the top, immediately turned around to head back toward Ground Level: Planet Earth.
Cuz fuck heights, that’s why.
Not to be gruesome, but a guy DIED on that tree tower. Granted, he committed suicide by purposely plummeting to his death, so it was his own damn fault, but still. That shit was tall, that shit was shaking, and that shit was, therefore, scary as hellz. I was happy to have my feets back where they belong.
Our Family Fun Night included ice cream.
Unimportant to the story, but I’m all about the details. Particularly when they involve treats. In case you need to know for that report you’re writing about me, I had an Oreo Blizzard in a chocolate-dipped waffle-cone. And that shit was TIGHT, yo. Totally delish. The girl had a boring Root Beer Float and my hubz had a big cup of nothing because sometimes he’s boring like that.
I’d call our Family Fun Night a big success.
We all came home exhausted and fell right into bed. We’re considering laser tag next week. Or else Iron Man 3. I’m really pushing for the movie, but it’s not up to me.
Maybe I can bribe my daughter with Twizzlers?
And that’s What’s Up Wenzday.
Hope your Hump-Day is full of hump-ish good times.
I’d love to hear what’s up with *YOUR* Wenzday! 
