This weekend is shaping up to be a doozy. We’re going to celebrate Granny’s 88th birthday, and (god WHY did I agree?) we’re taking Alannah’s friend with us. I’ve been commanded yelled at ordered to buy at least ONE new outfit for the occasion. I’m not going to tell you how long it’s been since I bought clothes for myself – I’ll just say that I hate shopping with a passion usually left for child-molesting priests. I know, I’m gonna have to suck it up and deal since I’m going back to work in December, but I can put it off until, say, around November 29th, right? And I’ve been crocheting up a storm, so I’ll have plenty of sweaters at least for the winter.
On the “YAY!” front, I FINALLY got rid of the Mazda last night. This will most certainly facilitate said shopping since it’s what brought on the whole shopping discussion to start with. It’s only been for sale since I came back to NC in Feb 2003.
Dan’s driving me nuts these days. He’s at the “Mommy!” stage. I’d rather listen to fingernails on a chalkboard.
mommy?
yes Dan?
mommy!
yes Dan?
MOMmy!
YES Dan?
MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY!
WHAT??!!??
get up get up get up! I want your hand! Give me your HAND!
OK. Must get coffee and get moving on the rest of my day. *kisses*