PSA: Hubs is taking my car to run errands today. He's a very good driver, but I have control issues when it comes to that car*, so I'll be having a slight nervous breakdown until he picks me up from work tonight. Please don't make any sudden movements and keep your hands and feet outside the cage until then.
The other day, Hubs was making his morning Malt-o-Meal and I asked him why he was stirring it with a knife. I mean, he had a spoon right there. His answer was that he uses the knife to stir it and to cut the fruit he puts onto the cereal, then he uses the spoon to sprinkle sugar on it and to eat it. I figured he probably had a good reason, he always does, but I asked because I love the way that man thinks. Maximum optimization, minimum dishes. =o)
My wrist thing is acting up again. :shrug: If it follows the course it's been following, it'll reach maximum ouch and then suddenly it'll go away and be normal again. Nope, I will not be seeking medical advice about this. I don't do doctors. Once upon a time, one of my sisters had cysts in her wrists. She'd get them removed and then a while down the road, they'd come back and she'd have to have them removed again. I'm totally not interested in that. I'm used to pain and I have enough scars, tyvm.
Besides, I totally hate spending money on stuff that other people can and do screw up. That's why I cut my own hair. I got tired of paying people to butcher it. I can butcher it myself for free.
I probably need to start getting ready for work. I am unmotivated, but work doesn't care. I'll make my lunch, get dressed, and then Hubs will drive me to the office where I will miraculously acquire gumption (coffee helps) and do my job to the best of my abilities. Go me.
Have a great day, everyone. And if you feel like it, drop some comments before you leave. =o)
*Quit laughing. I know have control issues about other things, but the car is the worst one.
Hey, totally get you on the car thing. Whenever LG drives Drover, I'm white-knuckled whether I'm with him or not.
ReplyDeleteYesterday was Stormy's birthday. We forgot to call to wish him a happy. Okay, we both were napping hard and heck, didn't even have dinner until after 8. Old people suck.
Waiting for storms to roll in today.
Before that happens, I need to go fill up Drover and buy bird seed.
Thank goodness my monitor is a touch screen and I can make stuff in the window bigger by "pinching and pulling." I wouldn't be able to see a thing otherwise.
Hang in there. Coffee helps. And tomorrow is Friday. Later, tater.