Jul 13, 2007 I'm, admittedly, a pretty cheap bastard. With few exceptions, I try to buy the cheapest I can find. I'm totally going to be one of those crochety old people that sits around and bitches about the cost of things -- I'm sure the kids CAN'T WAIT.
Jul 10, 2007 Hyland's cough tablets, arnica gel, and Dr. Bronner's soap.
New soft-soled shoes for Charlie.
New glasses for me.
Despite living in the middle of nowhere and feeling claustrophobic about my shopping choices, it's good that I'm able to get pretty much whatever I want, whenever I want it. Not everything, but pretty much. I know I definitely took that for granted when we lived in SoCal.
As an aside, the comments on cat lips cracked me up. Anatomically? I'm sure they do. For the cosmetic purposes of a three year old? No way. She can figure that one out much later in life.
Jul 4, 2007 When Charlie sleeps with us in the bed, it's dangerous. Sometimes she wakes up before us, and gets out of bed and wreaks a little morning havoc.
This morning, for instance, I woke up to find her dressed in every single item she and Phoebe own. I rolled over in bed and pretended like she wasn't there, trying to get 15 more minutes of sleep. It would've worked, too, except I came face-to-face with my glasses. In my bed. Crumpled up, and clearly not where I put them last night when I went to sleep.
Yeah, she broke them. I think they're fixable -- I need pliers and some eyeglass screws. I'm also thinking about getting a supplemental pair, because who knows when Charzilla will strike again. Damn kids.
Jun 26, 2007 Overheard in the kitchen this morning:
Bryan: Phoebe! What are you doing?
Phoebe: I'm putting lipgloss on the kitty!
Bryan: Um, no, you can't put lipgloss on the kitty.
Phoebe: Yes I can!
Bryan: No, you can't. Cats don't even have lips.
Phoebe: Yes they do. They have kitty lips. See?
It was funny. This morning. In the kitchen. Before I had my coffee.
On an unrelated note, my site is a little bit different now. It's not quite right if you're using IE, but that's just tough. My technical knowledge is enough to mess things up, not fix them. Besides, you can't expect too much from me. I'm rural.
Jun 24, 2007 I've checked everywhere, and the only place I've found to order a clothes line is online.
Evidently, that's offensive to the men in my family, who say, "We'll just build it ourselves."
Well, I don't want to build it myself. I don't want to buy the wood, and the hardware, and the nails, and the concrete. I don't want to hammer stuff and dig holes.
So I decided that the hideous, monstrous, disgustingly heinous structure that is our garage could be made even more hideous by stringing a clothesline there.
Ghetto style.
Bryan and I went to the hardware store, and spent a whopping $5 on the supplies. And then we gussied the garage up, and voila! I didn't have to order anything online (which makes my wallet happy) and we did it ourselves (which makes everyone with a penis happy) and I can hang the clothes to dry, instead of drying them in the dryer (which makes me happy).
Everyone's happy -- except maybe the neighbors. But they can suck it.
