I've just seen the first peek of the sun in the past SEVEN days! Ahhhh. Unfortunately, it was setting. I'm in serious need of some of that vitamin D!!
Sheets. Please can someone tell me how to keep the bastards on the bed?? I've tried everything and they just will not stay on the bed. Every morning, at least one corner has come off. WTH? This is very vexing to me. Also, cannot figure out how to fold the fitted sheets. Is it just me? Am I not that bright? Because it never fails, no matter how I fold them they are never the same size or shape as the flat sheet. Yes, this is where my OCD is peeking out.
Between Hubby and Man-Child it's like have two boys in the house. Apparently, they've taken my decorative bamboo sticks and have been beating each other with them! ::sigh:: No wonder I can't have anything nice. I wonder who Hubby will play with when Man-Child goes off to college?
Litterer's (is that a word?) particularly those who throw their beer cans and other junk into my yard; should be shot. Yes, that may seem harsh, but I don't care, I am tired of them.
Balloon Boy Saga. It is sooooooooo a hoax; and that father needs to be brought up on more serious charges.
The shoe wall will be done. I've decided that I don't want hubby's closet after all (at least until I change my mind again). I think with a little reconfiguring my closet would work.
It needs to stop raining so that I can get my vitamin D and so that I can wear my new shoes.
My new little heater is doing so well that I'm still out on the back porch even though it's about 40 degrees. I love my back porch and don't want to give it up for the winter. So I'm holding out as long as possible.
I have WONDERFUL friends!! (both virtual and real!)
I truly don't want to go to work tomorrow. I think I should be a lady of leisure. But then I'd probably be really fat and boring. Because truly? Some of the folks I work with give me lots of ammunition. And some of them are really great though.
Just got a really random phone call from someone we don't know who was apparently upset and crying. Should we call them back and make sure everything is okay?? On that note, we've received several calls from a parole officer. Hmmmm, me thinks someone just made up a number....And on my cell I recieve lots of calls for a Ronnie. Hmmmm, another fake number? UPDATE: random call was totally in a foreign language. Maybe we shouldn't call back because we won't understand each other??
Why do I feel compelled to keep playing solitaire until I win?? Am I really that competitive? Apparently so. And WHY can't I win at solitaire more often? Stupid game.
Why do Hubby and Man-Child feel compelled to yell at televised football games? Do they think it can hear them?? Hmmm, maybe the same reason I talk to my computer and other inanimate objects? (What?? Don't tell me that you don't do this! I'm sure it's quite common and everyone does it!)
Laundry. Really?? Do you have to pile up sooooo quickly? ::sigh:: it's a never-ending cycle.
Now that I've bored you with all my random thoughts, etc. I'm off. You are very luck though. I could have gone on and on all night. But Man-Child is demanding the computer. Who does he think he is?