I did a few loads of laundry last night while watching 24 and then CSI: Miami.
I was so stinkin proud of myself for completely catching up on the laundry. Not only was it washed...but it was FOLDED within an hour of exiting the dryer.
That is rare in these parts.
I also actually carried the laundry basket complete with folded and organized clean laundry UPSTAIRS.
I know. Lance about fainted.
And this morning? I PUT IT ALL AWAY.
Now I just about fainted.
But guess what?
Walked into the laundry room about forty minutes ago and saw a laundry basket full of dirty clothes.
FULL.
My family produces dirty laundry so fast it makes my head spin and my eyeballs quiver.
I know. Quivering eyeballs are an unfortunate side-effect of dirty laundry overload.
Ya know, now that I think about it the quiver eyeballs may also be due to the sugar overload from the toffee bars I noshed on while watching the last hour of 24.
The rate of chewing rose simultaneously with the degree of tension.
And 24 had A LOT of tension.
And can I just say? I didn't remember who Renee Walker was. I seriously don't remember her from last season. She looks vaguely familiar but the story line is a no go in my brain's "remember this" section.
Probably because I was a just a tad bit sleep deprived during the last season.
And I have finally discovered the reason why I like CSI: Miami over Las Vegas or New York.
It's COLOR.
CSI: Miami has LOTS of color. Gorgeous blue water, clear sunny skies and lots and lots of COLOR. I live in the pacific northwest, we don't get a TON of color and clear blue sunny skies.
One could argue watching multiple episodes of CSI:Miami may in fact repel the late winter/early spring "gloomies" that pacific northwest residents are commonly afflicted with.
So, I'm off to do MORE laundry, nosh on toffee bars and have some "gloomies" therapy...
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I am freshly back from a refreshingly efficient shopping trip. Meaning I was able to cross some things off of my list.
Item #1: Get Destructo Boy some new jeans.
After all, his ankles were starting to get frostbite. It's not such a good look to have come short-wearin' season.
And can I just say? Trying pants on a toddler in a dressing room is NOT my idea of relaxation.
Those dressing rooms ECHO. "Mama, why are you taking my pants off??? Mama, I don't want to try on jeans!!! Let's go home, sound like a good idea???"
And then when I finally gave up on him and had the AUDACITY to try some on for myself, (because of Item #2: Get Mama some new jeans that don't make her look schleppy) he yelled, "Mama, why are you taking your pants off??? Let's go home, sound like a good idea? Mama, stop looking at your buns!"
BIG echo.
Finding pants for my toddler boy is proving a real challenge. Especially when your 33 lb and off the charts height toddler is able to remove his already cinched to the max jeans easily without undoing any snaps, buttons or zippers. He is one skinny little string bean. Kinda like a marshmallow head with a toothpick body.
However, Old Navy once again came through with their regular dark wash jeans, 2 for $22, plus an extra 10% off entire order coupon.
And I almost forgot to mention, I DID find myself some new jeans. I am STINKIN excited.
Perfect fit, perfect wash and on the clearance rack....with an extra 50% off lowest price.
Y'all, I paid $7.25.
Wait! I had an extra 10% off entire order coupon!
Y'all, I paid $6.52.
:)
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(Written last night)
Completion of dinner preparation thwarted by toddler (soon to be officially renamed Destructo Boy) performing a tagging of the house with a foolishly unguarded glue stick. At least it wasn't a sharpie this time around.
He hit the dining room, stairs and stairwell and once again, the office. What is WITH the office that is so enticing to him? At least he left the computer screen alone this time.
Funny thing was, I was listening to Duffy's song. 'Mercy'
"I'm begging you for Mercy! Why don't you release me? You got me beggin, You got me beggin, You got me beggin! For Mercy!"
Yeah, I'd say that's pretty applicable for how I'm feeling right about now.
C'mon Bubbalu. Give Mama a break, huh?
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