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Thursday, November 18, 2004
ooh goody a list, and my slackerness
Things I should buy in bulk and store in 55-gallon drums around the house, so as to avoid near-constant searching for one item or another:
- Hairbrushes
- Hair elastics
- Hair claw clips
- cordless phones
- remote controls
- when C was a baby, pacifiers would have been on this list
- sponges
- garlic presses
- salt shakers (full)
- sharp pencils
- working pens
- those butane hand-held bbq lighter thingies
And I know I'm forgetting some things.
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We had a wild night last night. Well, wild for us; not very wild for most people my age, I don't think. Because I am Miss Muffet. I'd planned for a week to cook a turkey for our usual Wednesday-night dinner with my parents before Bible study. I decided, not at the last minute but near it, that I would also invite our neighbor family up to join us and help us eat it. There are two parents and four kids in that family; the kids are all good friends with my kids, and I would say we're probably friends with the parents by now, and not just acquaintances. Anyway. So that meant we had six kids at a kids' table and six adults at the adult table, and I couldn't find the dang salt, and I overcooked the brown-and-serve rolls. At least the house was pretty clean when we started. It was fun, but unlike Thanksgiving last year, things did NOT get done early; we ran about half an hour late, and I ended up staying home from Bible study with the kids to do the cleanup. (oops). But our friends stayed too, so we had a nice chat, above the noise the kids were making with swordfights and Battleship games and My Little Pony (Gag) videos and what not.
Then my pinky-swear best friend called from Florida, and we talked until eleven. It was one of those times when I genuinely had no idea how late it was when I got off the phone. THEN I put the kids to bed and read a new Marian Keyes book until about 1 a.m., and THEN I went on the computer and spent some time looking at old emails from the early days of the pinky-swear best friendship. Can I just say right now that I totally despise my twenty-two-year-old self? Ouch. And I won't say how late I was up doing that, or how long I read the Marian Keyes book afterward, but I will say that this morning when the phone rang at 8:15 I was not terribly chipper when I answered. I am such a slacker.
