Because God hates to see me get ahead. Or he knows that I work better under pressure and he's seeing how high he can turn up the heat, I'm not sure.
-> Last night the lines from the sink disposal pretty much disintegrated. Yes, ewww. I realized that I hadn't cleaned out the cabinet under the sink in my frenzy over the weekend. While it wasn't "dirty" it did have stuff that could be disposed of (do I really need that bottle of cleaner that smelled like cat pee that we bought 2 years ago and spend $3 on? Nope.) That is now complete, as well as all new plumbing for the sink. I think we officially reached every corner now. Thanks for pointing that one out.
-> That test I'm studying for? I bought my study materials in 2010 (I know, I know) and I just found out they changed the format of the test on July 1, 2011. Bwah, ha, ha. I've now ordered the "update" books. Because nobody knows what the test I'm going to take on August 30 (which, have I mentioned, I've not passed the last two times I've taken it?) looks like. To my credit, instead of breaking down crying because I've spent every night for like two weeks studying, I went on line to find out what the differences are and how I get the info. I ordered new books. Then I slammed my drawers for about 2 minutes and swore real loud. My boss was almost impressed. I refuse to give in, though. This will happen, I will make it so.
Now on to the funny stuff.
-> My kids feet STINK. No, they're not just a bit smelly, they stink! Like dead animals. They wear their sandals almost every day, and I put those sandals through the wash at the end of the week, but it doesn't help. We wash their feet with deodorant soap every night, doesn't help. Pe-ew. I've tried natural remedies, soaking. Even the chlorine at the pool only does so much. A few weeks ago I slipped my sandals off in the car. Little o saw this and slipped his off, too. Suddenly PB has got the windows down and looks like he wants to puke. "Oh, my god. Is that your feet?" "Nope, it's little o's." "What does he do with those? That smell could fell a buffalo! A whole herd!" Which explains why my car smells. Sigh, it will smell like stinky boy for the next 16 or so years, I expect.
-> As part of my "new in 6" routine, I'm going to bed at 10:pm. Don't sneer, I get up at 5:23. Yes, 5:23. I used to fall asleep on the couch, cat on my feet, around 9:30 and then wait for PB to wake me up to go to bed. Not any more. That's 2 hours of krappe couch sleep. Last night I watched a show, then went up to bed. No worries about the cat, she followed me. It still wasn't "easy" to get out of bed, but the quality of those extra two helped, no doubt.
My cat will now give you dirty looks because he thinks you've been here too long. Better get on over to Stacie's and visit some other folks. He has extra toes and he's not afraid to use them...