I got 4 shirts, 2 pairs of shoes, a skirt, a pair of boots and a necklace. Then we had yummy dinner. I'm now ready for some quality couch and corgi time.
I thought of NJN, one of my pairs of shoes are Sketchers. I saw the go walk ones, but went with the on-the-go ones. My cousin has them and says they are super comfortable.
Awwwwwww thanks. I love my go walk shoes. They are fabulously comfy. I can tell a huge difference in my knee pain when I wear them.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
The fist time, was earlier this week, when NJN and I, were trying to figure out how to take a "selfie", with our Smart Phone cameras.
Gosh, that was funny! We had tears in our eyes, we laughed so hard!
I laughed again today, a couple of times.
Tears were flowing, again! Twice, in one week!
We had Conor's 1995 Thunderird, towed, from our garage, to his, on Thursday. (Best money I ever spent! Yeehaw....Elvis, has left the building!) If you catch my drift.
This morning, Wayne went to the plant. As usual.
He helped me hang the shelf in the foyer, when he got back.
(Thanks hon, you find studs, better than I do!)
Well, now that the BEAST is gone, Wayne got the bright idea, to clean the garage!
No rain near us, at the time. I checked the radar. The poor garage hasn't had a good cleaning, in almost 3 years.
Let's get Paul and Meredith, to help!
Sure, they were happy to pitch in. (After Mom made the donut run! Even though, I don't eat the darn things!)
Well, Old Mom, did her best to stay out of the way. I was on the patio, relaxing, when Mere came running and said,"Mom, Dad has a question for you. Can you come to the garage for a minute?"
Sure. No problem.
Off I go!
Now Wayne looked upset.
And his question was, "What was the last thing, you used in that Scott's Spreader, that is hanging from the hook, in the ceiling of the garage?"
I said, "I put the lawn fertilizer down first, and then the fire ant killer."
Why do you ask?
"Well", Wayne said ,"I just bumped into it, while I was sweeping the garage, and I felt something, go down my back. Ant killer! I've been dosed in poison!"
"Well hell, a cotton mouth didn't just bite you! Go get a shower! I think, you'll live!", says me.
So, off Wayne went. He got a shower, and changed clothes.
The kids and I, kept working away. (Why it never occurred to any of us, to take the fertilizer spreader off the hook, and put it out in the driveway, is beyond me. I guess we were tired.)
You see where this is going.....right?
Wayne shows up. Showered and freshly dressed.
And what did he do?
He started sweeping. And, he backed into that darn spreader, AGAIN!
Holy moly! Twice in ten minutes!
Wayne doesn't loose his cool very easily. But dang, he lost it!
He said, "SOB!" And, he took the broom, and slammed it on the floor! And jumped up and down, a couple of times! (Very out of character, for Wayne.)
"Oh no...you need another shower, hon!", says me!
Holy moly....I don't think he hit the stairs.......before Mere and I started cracking up laughing.
Shame on us!
By the time Wayne got the second shower, and change of clothes, the garage was clean. Just let it dry out a bit, and put everything back.
Mere and Paul took care of that.
Well, now, it's noon. Everyone is hungry. Wayne is clean and happy. He suggests, that we go out for lunch.
So, we did!
And, I looked over at Wayne, while we were waiting for our food.
In his third outfit, in less than five hours.
And, I started to giggle. And next, Mere started to giggle.
I looked at Mere and said, "Got a broom you want to slam on the floor, and then jump up and down for good measure?"
Heck, we all dissolved into laughter. Even Wayne!
Tears were rolling down our cheeks, we laughed, so hard!
The fist time, was earlier this week, when NJN and I, were trying to figure out how to take a "selfie", with our Smart Phone cameras.
Gosh, that was funny! We had tears in our eyes, we laughed so hard!
I laughed again today, a couple of times.
Tears were flowing, again! Twice, in one week!
We had Conor's 1995 Thunderird, towed, from our garage, to his, on Thursday. (Best money I ever spent! Yeehaw....Elvis, has left the building!) If you catch my drift.
This morning, Wayne went to the plant. As usual.
He helped me hang the shelf in the foyer, when he got back.
(Thanks hon, you find studs, better than I do!)
Well, now that the BEAST is gone, Wayne got the bright idea, to clean the garage!
No rain near us, at the time. I checked the radar. The poor garage hasn't had a good cleaning, in almost 3 years.
Let's get Paul and Meredith, to help!
Sure, they were happy to pitch in. (After Mom made the donut run! Even though, I don't eat the darn things!)
Well, Old Mom, did her best to stay out of the way. I was on the patio, relaxing, when Mere came running and said,"Mom, Dad has a question for you. Can you come to the garage for a minute?"
Sure. No problem.
Off I go!
Now Wayne looked upset.
And his question was, "What was the last thing, you used in that Scott's Spreader, that is hanging from the hook, in the ceiling of the garage?"
I said, "I put the lawn fertilizer down first, and then the fire ant killer."
Why do you ask?
"Well", Wayne said ,"I just bumped into it, while I was sweeping the garage, and I felt something, go down my back. Ant killer! I've been dosed in poison!"
"Well hell, a cotton mouth didn't just bite you! Go get a shower! I think, you'll live!", says me.
So, off Wayne went. He got a shower, and changed clothes.
The kids and I, kept working away. (Why it never occurred to any of us, to take the fertilizer spreader off the hook, and put it out in the driveway, is beyond me. I guess we were tired.)
You see where this is going.....right?
Wayne shows up. Showered and freshly dressed.
And what did he do?
He started sweeping. And, he backed into that darn spreader, AGAIN!
Holy moly! Twice in ten minutes!
Wayne doesn't loose his cool very easily. But dang, he lost it!
He said, "SOB!" And, he took the broom, and slammed it on the floor! And jumped up and down, a couple of times! (Very out of character, for Wayne.)
"Oh no...you need another shower, hon!", says me!
Holy moly....I don't think he hit the stairs.......before Mere and I started cracking up laughing.
Shame on us!
By the time Wayne got the second shower, and change of clothes, the garage was clean. Just let it dry out a bit, and put everything back.
Mere and Paul took care of that.
Well, now, it's noon. Everyone is hungry. Wayne is clean and happy. He suggests, that we go out for lunch.
So, we did!
And, I looked over at Wayne, while we were waiting for our food.
In his third outfit, in less than five hours.
And, I started to giggle. And next, Mere started to giggle.
I looked at Mere and said, "Got a broom you want to slam on the floor, and then jump up and down for good measure?"
Heck, we all dissolved into laughter. Even Wayne!
Tears were rolling down our cheeks, we laughed, so hard!
Twice, in one week...I laughed so hard, I cried!
Entertaining enough, my pretty?
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
I know. DS sent me a meme that said something along the lines of "Yes, you did give birth to me. But I've taught you how to check your email one thousand times and programmed all your electronic equipment. Let's just call it even."
Speaking of electronic equipment... DH spent over five hours programming that remote. He rarely loses his temper either but he was cursing you and the house you live in! He asked me multiple times why you would ever purchase a remote like this. On the bright side it says you can have seven devices programmed into it. He figured out how to program three of the four in!
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
I know. DS sent me a meme that said something along the lines of "Yes, you did give birth to me. But I've taught you how to check your email one thousand times and programmed all your electronic equipment. Let's just call it even."
Speaking of electronic equipment... DH spent over five hours programming that remote. He rarely loses his temper either but he was cursing you and the house you live in! He asked me multiple times why you would ever purchase a remote like this. On the bright side it says you can have seven devices programmed into it. He figured out how to program three of the four in!
But, I didn't buy it!
It was a Christmas gift from Conor!
He was supposed to program it, for me, as part of the gift!
“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Hahaha, I might be up a creek when he leaves. I'll have to figure out how to use it! It talks to you.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
I had a communal nap last month - where multiple people nap together on a large comfy surface. There was no contact, but it was like being a pack animal ... all warm and comfy, nestled safely with the pack.
(for those of you think this is weird, we've all known each other forever and sharing a bed is not a big deal)