~ We're going to start doing that thing where you change the batteries of all your smoke and carbon monoxide detectors whenever the time changes. There's nothing like trying to stand on a ladder with a golden retriever trying to crawl into your body cavity out of fear, a baby crying, the other dog acting weird, and that incessant beeping going off in your ear while texting your husband who is out of town for instructions on how to dismantle the flipping detector to make you want to just maintain all of them more regularly. Also, having to give the golden retriever xanax to calm her down after isn't really fun either.
~ If you want something done... sometimes you have to do it yourself. I'm not really complaining, because I know B is always busy and stays so busy that he honestly has problems with relaxing. That said, I've complained probably as long as we've owned our house about how squeaky the front, garage, back, and pantry doors all are. They're ridiculously loud. I'm talking so loud that they wake the baby when we open them. That, well that in itself is enough to make me take matters into my own hands, and today I did. Those four doors are no longer squeaky, thanks to my friend, WD-40. Is is sad that I'm getting so much satisfaction out of this?
~ Monkey's Travelogue has been updated. I was a little tempted to take Firecracker and Monkey down to Dickson today and people watch at Bikes, Blues, and BBQ with camera in tow. However, after the smoke detector fiasco, I think we'll just stay home until we venture out for dinner. You know, if not for the horrible traffic it brings, I don't think I would mind it nearly as much. Of course, I'm not working in downtown Fayetteville anymore either.
~ I'm very disappointed that after one washing, Firecracker's beautiful black and white chevron shopping cart / high chair cover with the red back is now black and pink.
~ I was reminded this week why I never could have handled an eating disorder. I like to eat too much, and I absolutely hate vomiting.
~ Also, I started the week with a great deal of gusto, wanting to get everything back into order after our trip. Then of course the food poisoning hit me, and I have been dragging ever since. There's just too much to wash (again), fold, put up, move, etc. I hate it when I feel so overwhelmed I don't know how to start.
~ I also haven't felt up to the task of documenting our trip here yet, either. I'm still processing RAW photos into JPG's, so it may take a while.
~ If Firecracker put as much gusto into trying to crawl as she does playing patty-cake.... Well, she'd be giving the dogs a run for their money.
~ Did you not cry a river during last night's Grey's Anatomy? Seriously, next week's is going to kill me. At least I'll be able to cry in private. B will be in Chicago.