Lest you think I'm a wimp, consider this: It's like 35-degrees outside. I swear I saw some very tiny flakes today going into work. Except that was maybe frozen fog, I don't know, but it's cold, okay?
So today was supposed to be my volunteer day at the care center, except when I got there I learned that the activity director was out sick. I had the choice of striking out on my own and visiting my usual suspects, but since I've only seen them a couple of times and only in a group setting, I decided to just go to Walmart. This makes me lamer than lame, yes, I realize that, but on the upside I was able to procure toilet paper and all natural milk chocolate chips.
Hey, by the way, the care center gig is going well, despite this little hiccup today. Geraldine went so far last time as to say it was nice of "the kid" (that's me!) to come back again. Also: I was sitting next to Geraldine the entire hour, looking at a magazine, and then suddenly she was gone. The activity director went searching for her and found her out in the hallway, headed back to her room. She'd had enough. I had no idea Geraldine could move that fast. It was actually pretty awesome.
(Skilly is under the desk and batting at my hands on the keyboard. It's treacherous in here.)
|My furry son this summer.|
P.S. I am wondering if maybe I can break up with Walmart in the coming year. Mostly what I buy there is the aforementioned TP and cat food and cleaning supplies, except I make my own cleaning supplies now and you can pretty much get vinegar and baking soda anywhere. Every time I go into Walmart I feel dirty and faintly smacking of The Man. I would say that Walmart is what is wrong with America but I don't want to get sued. If I can successfully break up with Safeway, why not Walmart?
I would also like to break up with Netflix. We're thinking about Amazon Prime. Thoughts and/or feelings, anyone? ...Anyone? Oh, never mind.
Fact: Abby keeps calling everyone Shanaynay** and it's driving me insane.
Another fact: Last night Johanna was reading this story about a kid and his parents who make a castle out of some cardboard boxes, and she was wondering what turrets and buttresses were. I'm a modern mother, right, so I grab my iPad and do a quick Google search. Turns out she didn't care. She just wanted to call her sister a buttress.
So that was relaxing.
Um, the end. Sometimes there's only so much ramble even I can stand.
*The quilt photo is near the end of that post. I was apparently feeling wordy that day.
**No idea how to spell that, and spell check isn't any help.