back on the 15 minute wagon
I went garage saling this morning before my face started acting up - I really need to rope Lorna into doing it next tie. Alone it's much less fun. I did fine some great old cookbooks for the collection and saw some neat xmas decorations.
Is there anything as depressing as those inflatable ones all deflated in the front yard, though? Christ. That's like... melty Christmas.
My office is now where the dining room was. The kitchen table's in the front room. I'm still getting used to things, but so far, so good. I can see the TV now without turning around but it's nowhere near as loud.
We went to IKEA yesterday post-MRI. There's a table there that I keep looking at, but... Eh. It's just not *my* table. I did buy laundry sorters and hangers and such and Miss L bought this neat butcher block that she made into a table.
*stretch*
On to do day's list? Lots of cleaning, lots of working, lots of writing. I need to finish that hoodie I'm crocheting, depending on my face.
Giada DeLaurentis looks vaguely terrifying in badoing pink.
Hmmm. I need to make carnitas. I need to go buy tortillas if I make carnitas...
I need to make tamales. Chicken and green chile ones. Pork ones.
I've never made tamales without Terrie.
*grins and tears up*
Okay, pain pill. Cleaning. Working. Writing. Lalala.
Is there anything as depressing as those inflatable ones all deflated in the front yard, though? Christ. That's like... melty Christmas.
My office is now where the dining room was. The kitchen table's in the front room. I'm still getting used to things, but so far, so good. I can see the TV now without turning around but it's nowhere near as loud.
We went to IKEA yesterday post-MRI. There's a table there that I keep looking at, but... Eh. It's just not *my* table. I did buy laundry sorters and hangers and such and Miss L bought this neat butcher block that she made into a table.
*stretch*
On to do day's list? Lots of cleaning, lots of working, lots of writing. I need to finish that hoodie I'm crocheting, depending on my face.
Giada DeLaurentis looks vaguely terrifying in badoing pink.
Hmmm. I need to make carnitas. I need to go buy tortillas if I make carnitas...
I need to make tamales. Chicken and green chile ones. Pork ones.
I've never made tamales without Terrie.
*grins and tears up*
Okay, pain pill. Cleaning. Working. Writing. Lalala.
posted by Auntie Pooh @ 11:05 AM
2 Comments:
At 4:43 PM,
P said…
No,there is nothing as depressing as those inflatable lawn ornaments all deflated.
There's a neighbour here with a santa, a snowman and a bear and everytime we walk by it during the day the hubby goes "look, someone shot Santa!".
At 4:52 PM,
Lorna said…
mmm tamales. and we'll make flat spoapillas for 'manda and you can tell stories on Terrie
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