Flip Flop Day!

AHH.
School is coming.  Like the inevitability of death and taxes, it to lurks behind the rapidly approaching horizon.  And in the spirit of such today was our annual "Trip To Dr. Bender Office!"  Oh the attendants in his office look forward to our visit with uncontrollable glee!  (they usually block out a two hour time slot, as we take up the attention of everyone there!) And This years visit was EXTRA special, as I was attempting to figure out how to get the store covered, and stated we NEEDED to open on time it was pointed out to me through twinkling eyes and a cheeky grin by my beloved wife, that SHE has gone ALONE to all of Izy's check ups and shots. SOOOOOOOOO...
Yep!  It was DADDY'S turn!
oy.
Surprisingly, it went relatively smoothly.  Angela got us all up at 6 am (Lord...I am NOT that kind of a man) and we were dressed and out for the 7 am bus.  Then having to wait 55 minutes for our transfer (I have NO idea why PSTA schedules like that) we had breakfast at the corner diner.  Nice little mom and pop place that serves REAL food.  They ACTUALLY behaved. Then on to the doc, to fill out the NEW round of Harry Potter Novel size paperwork.  The round of weights and measures and little pricks (blood tests...not the kids) All passed with flying colors and they were very impressed with how big Izzy was getting, and Rozy grew 8 inches since the last visit.  Then trudging back to the bus stop, passed through the corner gas station to pick up Gatorade for everyone (PLOT POINT!).  At this point the Dastardly Duo were becoming yancy.  Thankfully didn't have to long to wait before we got picked up.  They all started to doze, blissfully, giving dad less to fret about.  Once back in downtown had to wait ANOTHER 55 minutes so went back to the diner for lunch.  This time, you could see the edges starting to fray.  Their brief moment of calm and civility beginning to waver.  Daddy's ire began to reach zenith, luckily none tempted fate.  Then on to the last leg of the journey...
Then reality struck!  Owen succumbed to his inner demons and his normal manner shone through!  And in an attempt to do a half witted pole dance on the bus railing, did so with a half open, half full container of Gatorade....
and OF COURSE, at the apex of his dance...the bus hit a bump!  Lemon/lime showers!  Thankfully the only non family member in the wake was VERY understanding and VERY gracious!  Bless her heart.
I really had no idea just how heavy that last straw was.  But yes...the Camel is now a quadriplegic.
The remainder of the short last leg home was a quite, tenuous one at best.
So it comes as no surprise I was QUICK to come back to the relatively peaceful, and quite domain of my Dungeon!
And not a moment to soon I might add, as Angela was quite busy fielding phone calls and accumulating re-pairs (thanks EVER so much!)  And through her good graces (and self preservation) she is willfully allowing me to work LATE tonight to try and get caught up, as well put out these preciouses I have been DYING to get finished!  'Cause BY CRACKY! we got's hardly no stock 'tall!
So with that, I'm a gonna git a goin'!
Y'all have a good nigh', ya heah?!