These days I am just so boring. I do the same thing everyday, working, taking care of Little Buddy, doing paperwork, running errands, and cleaning. I swear I am so bored with myself I can't stand it. And I am sure you are bored with me, too.
Seriously how many more of these can you take?
Yes another one completed, and that is just pathetic as these two are the only ones I have completed in a week. Yes other boring things are taking up my time.
I can't even count this one as it is made from the end of one skein of yarn and the beginning of another one. I am trying not to waste any yarn, so this one will be mine.
The basket is filling up, but much to slowly. I wish my hands would fly and that I would be able to knit and drive at the same time. I waste so much time driving, I could be done with 40 of these by now if I could do the two things at the same time.
My garden is overgrown with weeds and dead plants. I need to spend time out there but who has any to spare? I had to creep in and get these pictures to make you think I have a lovely garden to look at, really it is quite pathetic!
So how about a few quirky things you might not know about me, as I have no real projects to show you and I have to talk about something.
I am obsessed with having loads of toilet paper in my house, and I mean loads. If a natural disaster strikes I will be able to supply my neighborhood for several days. I am getting that way about diapers, too.
I am a bit obsessed with having a clean house, especially a clean floor. If my floor is clean then I feel my whole house is clean even if it isn't. Little B is on the floor a lot still, seeing the tops of his dirty socks as he crawls around makes me feel ill, so out comes the mop, again.
I simply cannot pick out a senior picture for my 17 year old. I know it is because I am not ready for him to go away to school. I figure if I don't pick it out he won't graduate.
Speaking of not being ready for him to go, we are taking a 24 hour tour of schools starting this afternoon. We were supposed to do this at the end of the summer but tonsillitis and tonsil removal changed our plans. Did I already say I am not ready for him to go?
I miss Mr. 20, everyday, how pathetic is that? I think I am supposed to be over this by now.
I cannot text. I hit wrong keys, I can't proofread it if I don't have my readers on so I look like I have had a few drinks every time I text. Actually once Mr. 20 asked me if I was drunk texting him, did you know there was even a phrase like that? It made it even funnier as I don't drink alcohol.
I am a tech loser, I am old school. I don't want to Tweet, Instagram, Facebook or anything like that. What happened to a good ole blog post or a phone call?
I think I was British in a past life, and Little Buddy calls me Mummy, with a bit of an accent so he must have been too.
Max is getting older, I cannot even think about it. I love my boy so much.
How about you? Anything quirky you want to share with me?
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