The squeamish may want to skip my gruesome detailing of this morning’s events. Just warning you now that this post isn’t the usual whimsical philosophical riddle.
I haven’t had much of a will to do anything lately, mostly because I have once again come down with the dreaded sinus infection.
I heard of Tammy Skinner on the radio yesterday and how she shot her pregnant belly to be rid of her pregnancy, on her due-date. This defines crazy for me.
It’s games like Spore that tempt me to return to gaming on my PC.
Dropping off Abby at school, I wonder about the wealth among the people that take their kids to school there.
These days, caring for a kid is not the cheapest of endeavors. They need clothes and food at minimum. Medical care is important. And the cost of daycare can be killer. So it’s not really surprising that half of the cars in the parking lot at Abby’s daycare school are a Lexus.
The thing I was noticing in particular on this icy morning is something about the other kinds of cars in the lot. Having spent a good ten minutes scraping the ice off of my car this morning, it occurred to me that even after all of that effort, the rest of my car (the non-glass parts) my car was still covered in a thing sheen of ice.
I looked around at the other cars in the lot and noticed that even the less expensive cars didn’t exhibit this feature. The only other cars in the lot that were icy were the school’s own minivans.
Principally, the decor of the house is left to Berta. I believe this is how it should be, because of the two of us, she is the artistically talented one, and I am the artistically void one.
That said, there must be a certain level of trust that when she goes to decorate a room, it’s going to look presentable not just to her and the people that come into our home, but to me, too.
Berta has done a wonderful job with every room she has redone in our house. We (mostly her) have repainted practically every room in the house since we moved in. She has done a lot of sanding, painting, second coats, touch-ups, and sealing in this old house, and it all looks great.
But when she and Abby returned from ACMoore the other night, she had an evil plan that was bound to ruin my comfy home decor bliss.