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Showing posts with label one of those days. Show all posts
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Friday, September 25, 2009
Do You Ever Get THE Blues?
Yesterday, for all its promise in the morning, was a dud of a day.
I picked up my new kitchen counters. Yah!
They are filling the floor of the kitchen until the carpenter installs them. And, the dining room is full of boxes from the cabinets and the makeshift cabinets which shall soon be replaced with REAL cabinets. Boo!
I had a man call wanting to buy two bucks. Yah!
I think he may plan to eat them. Boo!
I have been moderately successful with my new eating plan. Yah!
My son baked a chocolate POUND cake. Boo!
Don's arm is improving daily. He is now able to push things like the mower and the TV remote. Yah!
He is still home. All day. Every day. And watching TV. All day. Every day. Boo!
And so it goes.
Do you ever feel like you just want to get in your car and drive to the nearest bed and breakfast (I'd never run away to a Holiday Inn. Not romantic enough!) and just hide your head for a three-day weekend? Have you ever wanted to be like that fella in the play who pretended he couldn't hear so that folks wouldn't talk to him?
I think I will have more cake now....
I picked up my new kitchen counters. Yah!
They are filling the floor of the kitchen until the carpenter installs them. And, the dining room is full of boxes from the cabinets and the makeshift cabinets which shall soon be replaced with REAL cabinets. Boo!
I had a man call wanting to buy two bucks. Yah!
I think he may plan to eat them. Boo!
I have been moderately successful with my new eating plan. Yah!
My son baked a chocolate POUND cake. Boo!
Don's arm is improving daily. He is now able to push things like the mower and the TV remote. Yah!
He is still home. All day. Every day. And watching TV. All day. Every day. Boo!
And so it goes.
Do you ever feel like you just want to get in your car and drive to the nearest bed and breakfast (I'd never run away to a Holiday Inn. Not romantic enough!) and just hide your head for a three-day weekend? Have you ever wanted to be like that fella in the play who pretended he couldn't hear so that folks wouldn't talk to him?
I think I will have more cake now....
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