I’m rereading the Anne of Green Gables series. It’s like revisiting an old friend. Comfort reading at its finest.
When did 4th graders get to be so old? I remember 4th grade.
It’s kind of sad to think that, of all the cheeses in the world, the one named after my country has to be the nastiest one.
It’s also sad when my baby starts referring to her once-beloved Dora the Explorer as “dumb doofus Dora”.
Word thinks I spelled “doofus” wrong, but it doesn’t have any reasonable suggestions for spelling alternatives that would still mean the same thing.
How did I manage for four years in a house with stairs without a canister vacuum?
You’d think after she swallowed the penny we wouldn’t have any more issues with money in the mouth. You’d think so, but you’d be wrong.
This morning I cleaned out the fridge. Ew. I really should do that more often. When you can't identify what the thing in the Rubbermaid container used to be, it's been way, waaaaay too long.
Vague Facebook statuses irritate me to no end. C’mon people! If you have something to share, share it. Don’t fish for comments. It’s annoying.
I wish our scanner worked.
I love it when giant old-people cars driven by little old ladies have bumper stickers that make me laugh out loud.
I have the most interesting conversations with Vicki. Last night we talked about atheists.
Today I feel productive. It’s a good feeling.