OKay, I love my husband. I know what your thinking...On valentines day you hated your husband. Yeah, well, I got over it and now I love him again. The thing is, he has really been putting in the effort to not be a tard lately (dripping with guilt most likely), and like any decent woman rolling her eyes behind her man, I have to give credit when he makes a visual and auditory effort behind anti-tardism. That being said:
Today we all went to town together to buy a trash can. They were on sale, so we got 2. The thing that bugs me is, the next door neighbor lady (the one with the yard *pinkie finger*) has no receptacles for her trash, yet my trash is all over the neighborhood because it was neglected and eventually plowed into the snowbank (I dread the cleaning I will need to do this spring). That being said, how is that fair? PFT!
Anyway, we got a trash can and a new plug thing for the bathroom sink, since the old plug for the bathroom sink didn't work and a certain 17-year-old is adamant about plugging that sink with any means possible, even if it means someone will have to go in after him with a big screwdriver and pry the plug open so the rest of us can use said sink. There is nothing more disgusting to me than having to pry open that drain with toothpaste spit water up to my elbows. Yet, Dean still stands by his reasoning that he does nothing to impact this household. Right? RIGHT!?
Breathe.
Anyway, we have a new plugger with a working stopper rod opener thing and its a magical moment...like when we got the doorknob on the bathroom door...awesome.
Another thing Curt bought tonight was a new stopper for the sink in the kitchen. See, the one side has this nifty stopper that you actually have to screw down to get it to work, which I LOVE. The other side had a plain stopper that fell apart the first day. Well, Curt got me a new screw-down stopper for the other side too. NICE.
Some women like diamonds, some like cars. I really love home improvement stuff...and welders. If he comes home with a plasma cutter at any time, I know I have trained him well.
Other things that we browsed was outdoor furniture. I found this awesome sectional that is AWESOME for only 150$, then I want one of those big tables with the fire pit in the middle. I don't care if I have to make one--it will happen THIS YEAR. Then all my friends will come visit and we will have an outdoor fire pit fondue moment. *pinkie finger at the neighbors*
Oooooo I can't WAIT until summer. Commerecommerecommercomere!!!!
Then we went swimming as a family until we were prunes. I got no real working out done and was rather disappointed in myself, but Curt went on and on about how I was out there and moving and having fun with the family blah blah blah...hes right, whatever. I'm just obsessed with the first 50 pounds, working on the next 50, worried I won't lose it before my goal and all this indigestion and shit I have to go through postsurgury won't be worth it. I'm sounding like mentally unstable diet obsessed anorexic now aren't I? Well, I have to make it worth my while and trust me-Special K makes potato chips now, there is NO WAY I'm anorexic. Nom, nom, nom.
Oh yeah, while we were at menards I went looking for balsa wood so I could carve some doll furniture for Yaya and Emma's dollhouse. They don't carry it, but they do carry cedar shingles, which are soft and thin enough to carve like balsa...I can get a bundle for 15 dollars. Next time, muahaha. I am going to be the hero mom of the WORLD you know. Can you imagine how sweet smelling and bug free that dollhouse is going to be with cedar furniture? If I was Polly Pocket, I would be pretty friggin excited.
Lastly, Emma walks out of her room, naked, with a giraffe mask on.
Me: What does a giraffe say?
Emma: RRRRAWWWWWEERRRR!
Huh. I never knew.
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