The neighbors partied until 4am, the tot wrestled with teeth from 2-4 and again at 5:30, and the dog yapped since she thought her world was officially “up.” We got no sleep. At all. We’re just sitting here waiting for inspiration or lunch time since nap time follows lunch time.
I bought the wrong bins to organize the pantry. Doh! They work, but they are more money, more fancy, and less sturdy. Returning them would involve a shower, and I’m working up a pretty good slouch today. Must I go?
I got the same as we used in the laundry room. So stripey (web pic on BB&B site doesn’t show the ones we got). Grant and I go in there just to admire the pretty stripes.
In the de/reorganizing, we lost the anti-pee-juice. It fell into the paper bag mountain. That killed 20 minutes.
And to top it off, the Wacky Website calendar’s listing for today was filled with typos. I did manage to deconstruct and reconstruct it correctly: Madlibs for Resolutions. Hmph. Har.
Ooooo — now it’s lunch time. What shall I make? Sigh. . . . Another decision. Can we just eat pickles and coffee creamer?
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