I loved these shoes. Loved them. Hubby gave them to me for Christmas a year and a half ago. Somehow, he knew exactly what I wanted. (Maybe because I ordered them myself.) I bought them before we spent Christmas at Disney World because I knew there might be capri days. Y'know. Days when it was too cool for shorts but too warm for long … [Read more...]
Not Sure Why That Wasn’t An Automatic No
Last Saturday, I spent the day deep cleaning. Deep cleaning always results in some interesting finds. Who knows what will surface when I move something that's been conveniently hiding a random piece of who-knows-what in a corner. I ran across some doozies. Like duct tape that had obviously been sent through the washing machine. Let's … [Read more...]
Do You Screech When You Scooch?
For all the things I’ve bought over the years (platypus puppet ceiling fan vacuum attachments . . . ), I don’t buy certain things because I assume they’ll never work. Blergh. Well, these work. Knowing some of you share my Unique Brand of Crazy, I thought I’d share. I bought some chairs at a garage sale that match my chairs exactly. Not … [Read more...]
Certain Things Shouldn’t Wait Until “Project Time”
See that card table? I didn't. Even though I passed it fifty (or 700) times before I actually moved it. Even though I jumped out of my skin when it got knocked over by someone else walking by who isn't quite as adept at Slob Walking/Clutter Avoidance. A metal table falling flat onto a wood floor makes a rather loud and startling … [Read more...]
Winning the Clutter Battle (Through Surrender)
In my never-ending war against clutter, I win some and I lose some. And then there are those moments when I realize that fighting IS the problem. Like that picture above. I'd REALLY like the basket to sit to the left of the TV since the right side borders the path to our half-bath where I send guests. But even though I've moved the random … [Read more...]
Obeying the Door Prize Lady
I'm a rule follower. (Most of the time.) My stomach gets all knotty when I see someone stick his hand outside of the moving kiddie train, and I always count my items before I get in the express checkout lane. But really, I do NOT have to do what this stupid door prize ticket from who-knows-when tells me to do. (And let's all take a … [Read more...]
Step Number: Last
No matter how many steps a task or project has, the last one is the hardest. Remember how I was so proud of not removing my suitcase from the closet to do the seasonal clothing changeover? Yes, I eliminated the need to move it from the master bedroom back into the closet. I eliminated that step completely. Which was … [Read more...]
Impending Danger
Occasionally . . . I iron. Occasionally. I do automatically know where to look to find the iron, but evidently I don't know to automatically put it away. I'd guess even normal people do that with some things. But what makes me the most crazy is when I consciously say to myself (multiple times over several days), that I should really put … [Read more...]
The Missing Rice
At the end of a busy day, I was desperately trying to get supper together. Tuesday afternoons are always crazy as one child gets dropped off at 4:30, another gets picked up across town at 5:00, and the first gets picked up (back across town again) at 5:30. Hubby usually tries to help, but his eyes were dilated today from an eye … [Read more...]
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