Two more days of sloth remain
On Monday I start my Real Live Job, which will put an end to the semi-working I've been doing lately. Starting Monday, I'll be doing one 30-hour job and possibly two other tiny jobs. The extra 87 cents I will earn each week from the two tiny jobs will go towards the Real Estate Down Payment Fund I'm starting. Check back in about 30 years when we've scraped enough together.
But anyway, last week of freedom. So far I have done the following:
Slept in until 11am when possible
Stayed up way too late
Done something about the powder-blue gas fireplace in my living room through the ingenious use of throw pillows and knick-knacks. I now no longer have to avert my eyes from that particular section of wall. Rejoice with me!
Baked two pies--one was this sweet potato pie and the other one had whole plums in it
Had panic attack.
Was completely validated by you lovely women (and my b-in-l) about said attack.
Waxed upper lip. The pro is that GH will consent to touch me again. The con is that I'm back to smacking into things while walking in the dark.
Anything else I should be doing?
I'm Steph, a librarian and mom of 3 (not sure how that happened). Let's chat books, food, Sumptuous Literary Adaptations, poop, knitting and maybe some crazy Mormon Feminism.
5 comments:
The con is that I'm back to smacking into things while walking in the dark.
That is hilarious! Apparently I'm not the only one that goes way too long in between waxing my upper lip!
What about all that cannery work we were going to do? I suppose I'll just have to take orders and do it for you, thus furthering the cause of my proposed Sainthood.
You didn't take pictures of the powder-blue fireplace? Now THAT would have been blog-worthy.
I want to see the new and improved powder-blue fireplace too! Please take pictures. :)
Pictures will come as soon as it's perfect, I promise! Because yeah, you can't even understand the powder til you've seen it.
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