I felt my grandson move today!
There isn’t anything else more amazing than that to share today.
Punxsutawney Phil predicts 6 more weeks of winter.
Big sigh.
I like Beyonce well enough.
I like the song “All the Single Ladies” well enough.
But is it really ALL that? Really??
I don’t believe I will EVER tire of Calvin and Hobbes. Ever.
Out with the new and in with the new!
Hubby and I finally got our tempurpedic mattress after we turned from the Christmas cruise. Yay, right? No, not yay. I TOLD him that not to downsize to a queen size. But NOOOOOO – he wanted to be “close.” Yeah, yeah … we’ve been through all of this.
We’re switching out for a king size! I ordered it today! It will be here in about a week – two at the most.
Snuggling up in a queen size bed for a weekend away or while you’re staying with friends is one thing … doing it every night? Never again!
Ooh – that reminds me – I need to go order some sheets!
My beautiful, wonderful, kind, loving and compassionate daughter brought home another report card with two D’s and one very low C. So, I did it. I took her phone.
I don’t believe I’ve ever really punished her for anything. Not really.
I told her if the grades are up by her next progress report – which is three weeks from now – that she can have the phone back.
It’s been less than 24 hours and I’m wanting to cave. I can’t cave. I just can’t.
How come I’m the one that feels like crap when she’s the one getting punished?
My hubby is mad at me because I don’t like chicken wings.
He swears I do. Yet I’ve never ordered chicken wings and he’s never seen me eat chicken wings. I despise chicken wings.
He’s barely talked to me since Friday night because I don’t like chicken wings. (Who knew it was that easy? Ha Ha Ha!)
Is there a full moon out there?
What the hell??????
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You know you want to.
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Why can’t we have all Fridays before Monday holidays off too?
Why can’t we go with a four day work-week? We’d still work more than we’re off, so that seems fair to me.
Why can’t shoes fit … all of them … all of the time? And why is my local Easy Spirit closing? It’s really hard to try on shoes online.
Why can’t I have a maid? Or at least a cook?
Why can’t the Federal retirement age be 50?
Why do I have to bite my tongue so often?
and last, but not least …
Why?
Got answers? Got your own “Why” … feel free to add them.
Hubby asks me to spend a few minutes with him to go over the floor plan for converting the garage into an apartment. I throw out the idea of having the bath closed off (of course) and having a nursery with walls and a door (instead of the walk-in closet originally planned) … and other than than – leaving the entire area open. That way the kids can arrange furniture how they like and although there won’t be a separate bedroom and living area – it’s temporary and the kids will be just fine.
Hubby adamantly (reads … getting all frustrated) tells me that we can’t do that. He says the area next to the bathroom will be a huge walk-in closet and that it can’t change because after the kids move out it’s going to be a wet-bar for his “man-room.” He says he needs to run plumbing to the area and it just can’t be a nursery.
He continues to ask for my input on the room and I get flustered because anything I say, he says we can’t do … that it ‘has’ to be this way or that way. I ask ‘what, exactly, do you want my input on then?’ Seems what he wanted was for me to get to the online site I used to lay out the floor plan (and if you ever need something like that – search for Bassestt Room Planner – it’s awesome … you can add walls, windows – it has just about every size or piece of furniture you could want to drop in to your room.)
After an hour of messing around with this – hubby has a GREAT idea. What about if we put the nursery where he had originally wanted the closet and then just left the rest of the area open?
Ummmm, ok. GREAT idea.
