Why can't laundry and lawn mowing do themselves? I mean, we do it the same way every time; you'd think they would remember the process by now. I want to sit and stare at my ring all day, not do menial tasks. Ah, well. Life goes on. The grass gets longer and the laundry sits there, begging to be cleaned. Welcome back to real life.
Joel and I are night owls. We just love staying up until around 3:30 am, watching the TV shows we've recorded or doing our own things on the computers. This means the day is half done...or at least we have a late start on it. The funny thing is, I don't really care. I love my life as it is and wouldn't trade a minute of it.
Joel is outside with a BB gun, trying to hit the squirrels that keep invading our attic. He says he's never hit one, but the trying is fun. I really should take a picture for posterity. Maybe I'll take a whack at it. Pretty sure I wouldn't be any better at it than Joel, but it would make me feel more like a country wife.
A place to unload the worries of the day and celebrate the knowledge I am not alone in this crazy world!
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