This is one of those days when I wish (for your sake) I had something delightfully entertaining to say.
Something more interesting than
* Yesterday my friend and neighbor forced me at gunpoint to accompany her into Sur la Table where she proceeded to make me buy a piece of Le Crueset cookware, a new Microplane (with a spiffy orange handle) and some nifty flexible cutting boards for the farm.
IT WAS AWFUL.
* I need to know:
Am I the only person who puts clothes on to wash and then forgets about them for two days, and then has to rewash them?
Am I also the only one who feels led by the spirit to purchase a huge bunch of bananas each and every time I darken the door of HEB and then let them turn black before I remember I bought them? Even though they are sitting in plain sight on my counter?
Am I alone in the fact that I can no longer see well enough to pluck my own eyebrows? I think I could do it with my glasses, but the frames of the glasses are directly over the target plucking area, rendering it logistically impossible.
* I need to go to the mattress store to pick out our new mattress. I know y'all are excited with me.
* I have two hummingbirds fighting over my feeder. Every few minutes they both crash into one of the many large windows across the back of the house. You'd think they'd learn. Or get a headache. Or just maybe share.
* The Chief's truck (God rest it's soul) is at the Toyota place with transmission trouble. He got a little Toyota Camry as a rental. His 6'3" frame barely fits. It reminds me of our drive to Dallas for our honeymoon lo so many years ago. We borrowed someone's really tiny car (we were afraid that his car couldn't actually make it that far) I mean it was over 150 miles! And my car was being repaired from the unfortunate little accident I caused when I ran into my VERY FIRST Texas State Trooper. Amen.
When we got to Dallas, he could barely stand up from being crammed inside that little bitty car, and I was horribly car sick.
*Speaking of The Chief, he zipped off early this morning in a private jet (OH, certainly not ours) to spend the day in Florida. Business, of course. In my jealousy, I think I'll short sheet his bed or something. Or maybe not cook him dinner.
Don't you just hate it when trying to punish someone is more work for you, or leaves you with nothing to eat either?
Y'all have a good day, ya hear!