The earlier the morning and the more tired is my body, the more coffee smells like skunk. I still drink it.
Whenever I feel sleepy, a nap is inconvenient. Of course, as soon as I can lie down, my eyes are like a big-eyed bird. My husband can generally close his eyes and fall asleep anywhere. Except on weekend afternoons when I challenge his napping activity in front of the football game. I say, “ crawl into bed and make it worth your while.” So, he begrudgingly trudges back to the bedroom where he tosses and turns until he gives up and comes back to snore in front of the television.
Why is it that a particular dish I need to use is always in the dishwasher… dirty. And yet, if I have a dirty dish to put in it, the dishwasher is full of clean dishes waiting to be unloaded. How can it be both ways?
Q: What do you get when you combine my chapped split finger tips with the cold dry weather’s static electricity?
A: Some shocking sign language.
(fyi: I finally put the tea kettle a steamin’ to discourage the zap factor)
There is no room in the refrigerator. But, there is nothing for dinner.
The weather warmed enough for the cracked patio slab to be removed and replaced. (Watching the workers was a diversion for my two-year old and four-year old grandsons.) It looks lovely. What we didn’t plan on was the wear and tear on the frozen back yard. So, now we have another project come spring. $igh.
Hope everyone enjoyed the first week of 2010.
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