But sometimes, it is too funny. So Malcolm has been sick, so Jim and I are trading off a whole lot with sleep. This means that two days this week, in particular, I was teaching while technically drunk, or asleep, or something like that.
My comment upon coming home that evening (to Jim): I think I might have morphed into a stand-up routine halfway through class.
It was … good?
It keeps giving me these weird messages at the top of the page, I am getting spam-o-rama for the past month, and all in all it makes my pants sad. I really like blogging - even if I don’t do it often enough. And I really love reading everyone’s blogs - even if we don’t do it enough. I have thought about going back to blogger just because then I can kinda manage it more myself. This whole learning to make my own webpage thing just never really took off for me. Then every year I think about hiring Vicki to do up a nice new page for me, but I can’t even seem to get the time to send her the email to make it so.
What’s up with time these days/years? Is this about having a little guy? Is that what it is? I don’t remember the last time I made a card — I don’t think it has been since the spring. I have a few things I wanted to send to people (I owe a friend a book) but I wanted to send her some cards too.. so I don’t ever mail it off because I’m waiting for that magical time I’ll have an afternoon to craft.
We’re doing a few projects around the house - taking over the basement. That is code for “putting Everything in the basement and then feeling like we cleaned”. Then I watched Horders and put about seven boxes full of stuff outside. This is how I purge. If I put it on the back porch, the boxes get dirty so I know I’ll never bring it in again. Then I either move it into bags (the stuff itself is clean) and donate or recycle or turf.
I wonder how many people can be seen wandering around their homes with a bag of random things in the half an hour after Horders is done airing?
In other news, my new cars make me have happy tingles - still. It is very awesome. Now I just need some magic car-washing fairies to come over. Please?
