The mister is out of town this weekend and SIL will be up north packing up some more of her belongings, so I’ve got the house to myself. I plan on not wearing pants as much as possible.
It’s Talk Like a Pirate Day. I suggest you drop an Arrrr, matey into a conversation today.
I am learning to crochet, which, after years of knitting, you think would be easy, but it’s NOT and it’s pissing me off.
I got an embroidered lamp shade for our pink office. (Have I told the pink office story? I won the battle for kitchen and bedroom paint colors, so the mister got to win the battle for the living room/dining room/office paint colors. We’re pretty egalitarian that way. So, he wins. He picks the two most boring colors in the world for the living room and dining room – barely gray and barely yellow. And then he picks a violent, violent pink for the office.) Since the office is so very pink, when KVE pointed out the lamp shade embroidered with flowers and vines and little blue birds, I bought it. It’s obnoxiously cute when placed in the pink office. True to KVE’s predictions, MIL spotted the pink office and the twee lampshade and immediately assumed that we’re having a girl. NOT PREGNANT, folks. Incontrovertible proof to the opposite, actually.
I’m off the ledge I was on earlier this week. Some friends have pumped up my confidence and are helping in other, more tangible ways as well, and once I had a good cry and a bowl of ice cream, I started feeling significantly better. I’m a simple creature.