I had such huge plans for this weekend! Knit like a fiend! Do all the laundry! Wash my wig! Do tonnes of prep work for both the teaching (day) and the teaching (night).
What have I managed to do? Let’s see:
- Watch the entire first season of ‘Joey‘ (shut up)
- Cook a chicken
- Shower
- Brush my teeth. Three times.
- Colour a drawing of Tinkerbell
- Play with my baby nephews
In short, I am a slacker. A slacker! But I got to kiss sweet babies, and uh… yeah. Oh! And! I did manage to do some laundry!
And hang around with Rob, and play lots of Harvest Moon (shut up!). I’ve been wearing the same sweatpants for two days straight so that means life is good.
The car is fixed, so we’re not going to worry about that because there’s nothing to be done about how much it costs to repair a stupid stupid car that always needs repairing but we can’t buy another car because gah! whatever. We put in an application to live somewhere else than here in January, so hopefully something happens there. Not that I don’t totally appreciate my parents for allowing us to be their squatters but seriously, people. I want to have some loud, loud sex We’re 29 years old and should no longer be living with the parents.
My sister, who is going through a divorce and such, has asked me to help her with getting her house ready to sell. The only problem is that her ex hasn’t been paying any child support (he’s been gone a year and a half, barely visits the kids, and they have three kids who she’s supporting) so she doesn’t exactly have much money to spare in the house-fixing-up department. And believe me, that house needs fixing. Rob offered to go mow their lawn (they have a H-U-G-E lawn, and both the older boys have had broken arms or whatever through the summer so they haven’t been able to mow it since probably June, so it looks a little bad) but it snowed today so that’s out for now. Yep.
Not an interesting post, but at least it gets the big long title off the top of the page.