Breaking News, Hot Off the Press: I mentioned earlier that we are having our carpets steam cleaned tomorrow which means I need to move things around. As I was furiously rearranging things, I just knocked a entire glass of juice off the coffee table. A glass of RED juice, of course.
Updated to add, because I love me some updates in that "doesn't it sound like IMPORTANT things are going on around here?" vein: Lest you think I am Heavy Duty Mama here, I am only moving the LIVING ROOM furniture. The rest of the house will remain as is save for small items such as end tables, chairs, baby grand pianos, etc. Also, I've learned this morning that you will gladly let your Dawdler rip tissues into teeny, tiny scraps in a grateful exchange for just a few precious, precious minutes of PEACE. In crystal clear hindsight, not going anywhere this morning was a colossal mistake. For sure, we will be risking frostbite and gangrene tomorrow morning.
Cold weather is manageable. If it is at least 40 degrees out, we bundle up and at a minimum, walk around in the front yard. However, the weather as of late is NOT manageable - it's bitter cold and just too damned frigid to go outside for long. This morning, as I schlepped the garbage and recycling from the garage to the curb, that short trek was enough to convince that we would stay home for at least the morning. We've already played upstairs, downstairs and are now in the dining room. The scary basement is beckoning and I suspect we'll be down there shortly.
So, my "Wow! He's so TINY!" Dawdler is officially in size 4 diapers. I spied some Baby Butt Crack yesterday and frankly, that shit just don't fly around these here parts. The only butt crack allowed in our house is that of a highly paid handyman or plumber. No babies need apply.
Bah. I get my carpets steam-cleaned tomorrow, yet scheduled the appointment not realizing that X would be out of town, which means I get to move all the furniture by myself! Because I'm smart like that. Also, I've been woefully neglectful of my Real Life Friends as evidenced by my friend Carrie telling me the other day to just send her a "damn email already". Ouch. Here I am all wrapped up in my imaginary world while ignoring friends with heartbeats. Point taken. Also, Arun keeps shoving books in my face which I can only guess indicates that he would like me to actually spend time with him. Good grief, does he think I stayed home for him? Geez, needy people piss me off sometimes.
This may be the last post this week, save for a book review that I need to get out. Rest assured that all is going well and my fascinating life is verily sizzling in drama and suspense. After all, I live in a Kansas City suburb.