Got a call very early this a.m. that The Happening Dude was picked up in a bus station in a big(ger) city about 5 hours away. I'm so relieved, but I haven't been able to get back to sleep. No word on where he was before that, where he was heading (it was in our direction, but we have no idea if this was his destination), or if he was meeting someone he met on the internet. They're holding him in juvenile detention until they can start sorting things out in the morning.
There's talk about putting him in a group home in the meantime, and I'm not sure what that entails.All we know is that he's in one piece. Thank heavens.
My brother has been relying on information doled out to him by his ex. If he doesn't get on the horn today and try to get first-hand information from the authorities---he is HD's dad, and he does have rights to information---I'm going to drive up, rip his arm off and beat him over the head with it. If it was my kid I would have been on the next plane, train or automobile out there the minute I heard he was missing.
In other news, the dogs are now stink-free. We'd planned on washing them in that baking soda, hydrogen peroxide and dish soap combo, but had to wait until the morning because the stores were closed and our convenience store didn't carry the peroxide (thanks Jenn!). Fortunately they didn't get the chance to rub up against the furniture or the carpets, so those don't have to be replaced. Whew!
We've caught 6 voles in the traps in the garage. One trap is missing. Ewww. But all I can say is better out there than in here.Late this afternoon, I have a huge test for one of my classes (yes, the one with Ms. Big Mouth). Hopefully I'll be able to get a nap in. I can't seem to remember a damn thing. My brain is mush. LOL
The brightest spot this week is Saturday. I get to finally meet a blog friend I've been dying to meet for over a year now.
The Big Kid has been doing so well in all of his classes, that I'm driving him and a date up to the big city for a concert. Imfunnytoo from Midlife and Treachery is going to get a room in the same hotel.
While the kids are body slamming in the mosh pit, we're going to order room service and have a pajama party. I can't wait!!
This week has just gotten away from me with one crisis after another. I promise I'll get the foof stuff up in the next few days. I promise!