House cleaning day. Its raining. Little Mama is scurrying... like shes going to be the one cleaning house. Last week she told Denise to only push the vacuum cleaner one way so that there wouldnt be any swirly prints in the carpet. Denise and I have been on a two week hunt for my two good brooms but couldnt find them. Little Mama likes to sweep. Problem is when shes finished, she never puts them back in the proper place. FINALLY found them in the garage in the middle of the week. they were behind a shovel and some hedge clippers. Dont ask. I have no idea. Found her missing bathroom waste basket in her closet this morning. I guess she was afraid someone would actually put trash in it yesterday. Lord love a duck. Like trash is supposed to go somewhere else? I busted out the old Sore No More last night and was rubbing it on my knees, lower back, and feet. I am officially old. The phrase pass out easily describes what happened to me after I got in bed. I closed my eyes, announced to whatever spirits were listening that my conversations for the day were over, and that if they missed the party and were expecting a run-down, that was their loss. ODJ Gonna try and get in to see a chiropractor this morning. Looking back, I can officially say hauling that sand last week was not a good idea. However, if I hadnt done it myself, it would still be there and thats the end of that conversation. I tried to kiss Scout goodbye yesterday. Could not FREAKIN reach his cheek. He had to bend down, which he did with a big grin on his face. My nieces girls are all very very tall. And I have the one granddaughter (Logan who did my Dinah McCall covers) and one grandson, Scout, who are going to be exceedingly tall, as well. Yesterday Little Mama looked even smaller than usual in this land of the giants my children are raising.
Posted on: Mon, 21 Apr 2014 13:22:45 +0000
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