The thing I found most interesting about having my blog out of commission for the better part of a week is that there’s a part of my brain which notes “blogworthy” moments/thoughts/items and when I am not allowed that outlet by which to share them with the world…
… I realize that wow, 99% of my thoughts are pretty inconsequential.
[Insert clothes-rending and general wailing about my station as but a speck in a vast universe here.]
Nevertheless, the brain dump availability of a blawwwwwwg does come in handy. Plus, I am all about the sharing. For example, after yesterday’s post—a veritable love letter to that husband of mine—Otto reminded me that the last time I asked him what he’s getting out of this marriage, he answered without hesitation, “Beer bread.” Ah, romance.
Anyhoo. Here are some other things I feel it is imperative to share with the world, because I’m like that and I have several days where I couldn’t saddle you all with my minutiae to make up for, yet.
Are you creative? Do you want to win a DVD for your kid? Hit us with your ideas for a chance to win. (Okay, technically that’s not a thought. But it IS sharing!)
We are having a small ladybug invasion. Tis the season, apparently. I wouldn’t know, as back in the northeast I assume all the ladybugs have frozen to death by now. (Today’s forecast here: 75 and sunny!) I sort of like it. I mean, it’s gentler and kinder than locusts, as if perhaps they are warning not of God’s wrath, but just that He is slightly miffed.
If you are a small boy, and you spill have a cup of milk down the front of your sweatshirt at breakfast because you see something shiny and just sort of, I don’t know, forget where your mouth is? You will not understand why you need to go change your shirt. In fact, being forced to change your shirt will seem like CRUEL AND UNUSUAL PUNISHMENT, as being milk-soaked is delightful.
Have you ever gotten up in the morning and walked into your kitchen and looked at that INCREDIBLY UGLY LIGHT hanging over your kitchen table, the one that hardly gives off any light, even, and often clocks you on the forehead when you’re leaning over to serve the kids, and right then and there in your robe you storm over to the computer and order a new fixture? You… haven’t? Oh. Well. Neither have I. Ahem.
The other day I went to the bank at 4:45 and they had already locked the doors (bastards) but the drive-through was still open. The reason I’d wanted to go inside was that I was out of deposit slips, but faced with this situation I waited in line and when I pulled up to the giant tube-sucky-thingie and the disembodied voice asked how I was doing today, I responded that I was fine, but that I was out of deposit slips and could she please give me a bunch of them? The tube *SCHHHHHWOOSH*ed away and returned with… three slips. I used one for the deposit I was making, which left me with a whopping two spares. That doesn’t seem like a “bunch” to me, but perhaps the bank is on a rationing system, and I can have more, but not until I use up those two, missy!
I found myself watching Extreme Makeover last week and as much as I really want to just hate everything those sorts of shows are about (“Your life would be better if you had bigger boobs!”), I found myself mentally checking off all of the procedures they were doing that I would love to have. No, not the gratuitous lipo and such… but damn, if someone wanted to take me in and pay for my lasik and teeth whitening and give me an amazing haircut, I wouldn’t turn ’em down, is all I’m saying. (At this point I would settle for the amazing haircut.)
One of the drawbacks of working from home: Sometimes you get into the habit of working in your pajamas well into the afternoon. Which is not a problem until someone rings the doorbell, at which point you may find yourself executing the “Stop, drop and roll” away from the windows to avoid detection. And then you will feel like a moron, because you are hiding from people in your own house.
Ahhhh. Wow, it’s good to be back.