1. Glo Pet
negotiating with the hostiles one sippy cup at a time
1. Glo Pet
Back in that dew-eyed first year of marriage, in our tiny, oddly triangle-shaped apartment, our kitchen flooded. Not once, but three times. I sleuthed it out that the dishwasher was the culprit, I just couldn't surmise WHY. So I called up the maintenance crew, for the first time ever, not really thinking through the fact that I would be a young woman in a seedy apartment building alone with a no-doubt burly repairman. I am sure my mother would have been mortified. She probably is going white as a sheet just reading this. (I also pump my own gas- alone- at night! I am probably the easiest murder victim, and no one should be surprised if it happens- have zero regard for my personal safety, it seems)
This jolly fellow asked my kids what they would like for Christmas. Little Man is confused by this question, apparently. He wants for nothing, this one.
This Thanksgiving break is only halfway over, but seems like an eternity. We did not plan enough activities and are bored with each other and this house. (although on Black Friday I am staying inside and away from the crazy crowds)
In case you are ever wanting to know, the way to clean a large expanse of tile that has been caked with dried soap water, involves vinegar, a scrub brush, and all the towels you have in your house. It will take many hours.