Thursday, December 5, 2013
The weather is warm and frizzy. I mean, steamy.
Lily, the old dog, follows us downstairs any time we have food and she's afraid to go back up the stairs. One of us has to take her outside and walk her up the (wet, muddy) hill to go in the front door. She's done it so many times that once you open the back door she just automatically heads for the hill. Austin says it's getting old.
Lady is unhappy that the Christmas tree is where her bed usually goes.
The old lady dogs are staying with us when my mom goes back down south for a few days. The biggest obstacle to that is that Lily has the bladder of an old woman. She has to go out several times a night. Austin says he'll just stay upstairs playing xbox all night and I can take care of her during the day. The only flaw in that plan is that I'll be gone several hours on Monday with my nieces and several hours on Tuesday when I go to the doctor.
I try. I really do. I don't think God made a mistake by not giving me daughters. I would have messed a girl up BIG TIME. I'm talking therapy before she was out of Middle School.
I had to double check to make sure that Ryan's girlfriend Sara didn't have an "h" at the end of her name. They've been dating for... a long time. I should know how long. I don't have any idea.
I knew that it was a mistake to start working on the tags for the stockings an hour after ambien.
They are more stocking shaped than they look. We almost need a penny in the toe to make them hang right.
The truth is that every time we get together - whether it's a couple of us or a couple dozen - it's a blessing to be a part of a large family. I try to focus on the ones we get to love on more than grieve the ones who aren't with us often enough.
I made a little more progress on my living space today. Today I worked on putting books back on the shelf.
The missing ornaments and wrapping paper finally resurfaced. We have four attics. It was in the one attic that nobody checked. I knew it was here somewhere!
I cut my leg shaving this morning which means that it will be a long, long time before I do that again. I liked to never got it to stop bleeding.
Anyways... that's my Thursday! Time for me to remake a stocking tag...
Marquee. M-A-R-Q-U-E-E. I know how to spell it. I really do.
Posted by Heather at 7:22 PM