I’ll be headed out East a week from now, so I’m trying to get my ducks in a row (creepy stalkers, be reminded – I’m leaving behind my husband, and my murderous house-protecting robots! And also my cat. YEAH).
"I WILL CUT YOU!!"
The following things are on our to-do list:
- Exchange Moby, our beloved but ancient 32″ HD TV for a friend’s discarded 36″ equally-massive television set.
- Get a hair cut
- Pack
- Lose 15 pounds so I look fabulous for the relatives
- Baby-proof (Babby is now able to balance precariously on all fours and make little bunny hops…)
- Transform outdoor garden patch from frightening wilderness to pleasant patio
- Make the dog more like a dog and less like a yeti
Oh, and did I mention that we have a houseguest (one of PH’s old friends who I have never met) coming for a visit on Thursday? So we also have to clean the house. Which is good, actually, because we deperately want a clean house but need a good kick in the pants to tackle such a massive undertaking.
So, today we have done a lot of tidying, but have A LOT left to do (everything remaining involves making a lot of noise, which is why I am blogging. We’re waiting for Babby to wake up from an inexplicably long nap). PH is putting up the baby gate.
I tried to weed the other day, when there was a break in the incessant drizzle of the last couple of months (we’ve had an unusually cold and wet spring) but the grass was so high that I had trouble finding the dandelions at all.
When the weeds are bigger than the baby, YOU'VE LEFT IT TOO LONG
Then Babby started eating dirt and I called it a day.
"I regret nothing!"
PH is going to weed whack, rain or no, later today. Then I can weed and Babby can play outside… hopefully with less eating.
long grass...
"I EAT IT"
If By Yes 