- Our front door wreath. Here is the problem. We do have a very beautiful artificial green Christmas wreath with a shiny red bow on it. The problem is that the door hanger on the front door wasn’t strong enough to hold it. Last holiday season, every time my son shut the front door, the wreath fell off and would end up on the porch. This new, improved, lightweight wreath can withstand my son’s slamming of the front door. I know this because I tried it numerous times by soundly slamming the door shut and it did not fall off once. But my husband thinks it looks tacky. My daughter and I like it; my son has no vote so I win and this is now our official front door Christmas wreath.
2. I wish my husband would just get over my driving:
HIM: You are driving too close – you are supposed to be one car length away for every 10 mph.
ME: I am far enough behind.
HIM: You are too close. You are going to back-end a car one of these days and I am going to tell you I told you so.
ME: So tell me then (This has not happened in my entire driving career and I seriously doubt it will happen anytime soon. Besides, usually the car in front of me will pull over to the side and let me pass. They are weenies).
3. I was ready to pounce on my husband for turning off my electric blanket on Saturday. I woke up cold and knew I had my blanket turned to setting #4 for the entire night. Then he told me the blanket had an automatic turn off feature after 10 hours and I felt kind of bad.
Then again, I was taking a nap on the futon in the office and my husband wanted to get on his computer. So he strolled in, unplugged my heated throw from the wall and kicked me out. He also ignored my complaints as I stomped off with my heated throw and plugged it into the living room outlet to finish my nap on the couch.
4. My husband sent me a link to a shed along with the note: “What do you think?”
I answered: “It’s brown.”
He said: “And…?”
My response: “Nothing else; it’s brown.”
I finally gave in and plugged in my electric blanket this weekend. I have been hauling around a heated throw and it simply is not big enough and after one year of continual use, there are way too many non-heating cold spots. We have a dual electric blanket which means my side is on high while my husband’s side isn’t even plugged in. I am still working on the optimum heat setting. About roasted with the 9. Turned it down to 7 and then finally fell asleep at number 4.
My husband and I ended the long battle about the thermostat setting last winter. He doesn’t understand that 67 degrees means I use the oven as an ancillary heat source and I don’t understand having to pay a perpetual $500 electric bill every month (stupid uninsulated house). But in an effort to be understanding, he did purchase little portable electric heaters for the kids and me. They have an auto shut off and are energy-efficient plus a whole bunch of other safety related facts that I have no interest in. What I do have interest in is that it goes up to 85 degrees and has a fan with a high setting for blowing out lots of hot air.
What I don’t like is Casey hogging my heater. I get it all set, turn it on and face it toward me. And then along comes Casey and sits his ass right in front of it effectively blocking my heat.
When I tell him to stop it, he does this:
Sigh. it is going to be a long, cold winter.
- This past weekend I had to skim the swimming pool to remove leaves (Yes, I know it is almost November and should already be covered up; not my job). I found a lot of crickets swimming around and when I scoop them up with the net, they jump right back into the pool water. Stupid Crickets.
- I watched an informational and educational program about Healthy eating today. Afterwards, I immediately purchased a piece of chocolate cake with peanut butter frosting.
- Late yesterday at work I was eating Crunchy Cheetos at my desk and one fell. When I looked, it was w-w-w-a-a-y far against the wall under the desk. So I left it. When I came into work this morning, someone from housekeeping had picked it up. I feel like such a slob.
- Sometimes I bring home taffy or caramel and offer some to my son, who still has his braces on at age 18 despite being promised they would be removed last September. He is just so pissy about it.
- Went to Macy’s over the weekend and got my birthday present. It’s a new heated throw. I can’t wait to get it. My birthday is in November and already my husband said I can’t have it until Christmas. He had better play my game according to my rules. I didn’t go to all this trouble for nothing.
- I am getting old. And the reason I know that is because I just saw the date “2030” and the first thing I did was the math to see if I would still be alive.
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