Talking to myself

I was doing laundry and talking to myself, in my head, when I thought "Instead of yammering to yourself, why don't you jabber on your blog? Maybe then you'd get some feedback.

Maybe."

So I finished putting the laundry away, sat down to put to paper here the conversations I was having with myself in my head.

And you know what?

Once I began typing, those conversations stopped!

There was no longer a discussion on why it really bothers me when the closet doors are left open, the toilet lid left up, or the cereal boxes put on the shelf with the ingredients facing out. There was no longer any wondering what would be good for lunch. (Because, although it was only 9:00 am, it's always good to plan ahead for these things). And I had a really good discussion with myself about what would be good to photograph for today's picture.

Now I forgot what that was.

And now I'm bummed.

I am, however, still talking to myself about when I should break out the strawberry daiquiri I bought to sip on. (Because I was brought up that only a lush would have an alcoholic beverage before 10:00 am. And since it's now 12:12, I can  go ahead and drink away any time now!)

Ooohhh!!!! I just remembered what it was I wanted to take a picture of!!

You'll have to stay tuned for that!



**12:38 update: I went to grab some lunch, {Ritz crackers w/ colby/jack cheese & a glass of chocolate milk. The chocolate won over the daiquiri. This time.} then came back to reread this post checking for any goof-ups. I realized it made little sense, so I thought I'd clarify that, no, I did not have any of that daiquiri prior to typing this. It's the hormones. I'm premenstrual. So I'll stop now.

Picture of the Day

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Picture of the Day

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I've changed my mind

When it got close to S graduating, I had mixed emotions.

I no longer do.

Now, I can't wait until she moves out!

It hit me when, after graduation, she was practically out of the house for 3 or 4 days going to graduation parties and spending a night or two with a friend.

With her gone, the house is cleaner, the food last longer, and there is so much less bickering.

And, there haven't been dishes left where they shouldn't be left.

My blowdryer and/or straightner have stayed in my bathroom.

And there haven't been shoes left in the middle of the floor for me to trip over.

I don't know about her, but I'm counting the days until she announces she's moving out.

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