is this gonna be forever?
I woke a child up from nap today. He blinked against the afternoon light, and in a very David after the dentist voice, said, "My eyes are spicy."
...it's The End.
I woke a child up from nap today. He blinked against the afternoon light, and in a very David after the dentist voice, said, "My eyes are spicy."
I like to be a clean person, really I do, but...one of my favorite necklaces broke and scattered various sizes of red beads all over the bathroom floor over a week ago. I scooped them onto the rug and still haven't cleaned them up. I think I don't want to acknowledge the necklace's death yet. Cause even if I put it together, I obviously bought crappy 'fishline' for it, so who's to say it's not going to break again?
I like routines and rituals. Here are some that I've particularly cherished:
It's Mother's Day. My mom is currently outside on the deck in the sunshine. She's staining the deck with my dad. This is what they do. They forgot it was Mother's Day and made plans to eat at the neighbors' house, so I will be joining them there. It's a weird weekend. Last night, the dog I was sitting for had a seizure. It was terrifying. She acted like she was on speed the rest of the night - all hyped up and whiny. Of course, I have no idea what the effects of speed look like, but let me assure you it was weird. I stayed home to make sure she was okay and watched an Ace of Cakes marathon. I watched 2 of the episodes twice. It was a weird night. Life is crazy.
I'm not sure what the purpose of this 1939 pamphlet was - to prove which spouse was responsible for the marriage's problems? Either way, it makes for some entertaining reading 70 years later.