Thursday, January 31, 2013

What IS that?

Last night, I was sitting on the couch, and I was curled up, and I felt this sticky thing on the seat of my pants. It was really stuck, it wouldn't come off, no matter how much I picked at it.

So I finally gave up, and just went to bed.

Tonight, I am sitting on the couch, and I curl up to read some blogs, and I feel SEVERAL sticky things on the seat of my pants. But this time they haven't become fuzz encrusted yet, and I can see... they are little bits of candy cane.

I need to clean the couch.

Monday, January 21, 2013

Say what?

My daughter just stomped out of time out. When I explained she needed to go back to time out and that it's rude to stomp, she claimed she "just wanted to play marching band." further this story, as I am writing this, she just flat-footed it out of the room. Which sounds like stomping.

I dread the day she enters puberty.

The boy child, meanwhile, has turned into Peter Pan. He chases his shadow around the house and he just informed me that the shadow was "bad."

Monday, January 14, 2013

Fuses and buttons

It took me 20 minutes, but I replaced the fuses in the string of Christmas lights we had that stopped working halfway through the season. I plugged them in and they are good as ... wait.

One light is flickering. One green light.

So I gave up on them for the night.

I need to be a success and sew buttons back on my coat. If I have two posts about this, does it make it a recurring blog theme? Or is it just sad that it's been three years and I have the same coat, still missing buttons?

Saturday, January 12, 2013

New Year New Post

This is the year that I am finally going to stop biting my fingers.

My actual new year's resolution is to waste less food. Because last year's resolution was to stop biting my fingers, and it seems silly to make the same resolution year after year after year.  I have some sausages going bad in the meat drawer right now, so it's not looking like a good start for this goal.

Exciting house news, though: We discovered that the oven does, in fact, have a light switch. You know, so you can see what's cookin' without opening the door. It only took seventeen months to find.