But then I never posted it.
Because I had very important things to do.
I told you WE ARE ADDICTED.
::Brynlee getting a drink out or the broken drinking fountain at the park::
I was irritable today.
Just one of those days.
I hate when I'm irritable.
It irritates me.
Tomorrow will be a better day.
It has to be.
My laundry baskets overfloweth.
I'll do something about that tomorrow.
Oh, and I've been meaning to get my order sent in for our most recent family photos.
Add that to tomorrow's list, as well.
And on my kitchen counter sits a baby gift that I sent off about 2 months ago.
I addressed it wrong and, therefore, it was returned to my mailbox.
I've yet to re-mail it.
I'm writing this list as I do the dishes.
Oprah calls it multi-tasking.
Bonus points to whoever can name that movie.
Or should it be whomever?
I don't know.
For FHE tonight we went swimming at our local swimming hole.
The kids had a ball.
And then I was no longer irritable.
I hate my Bosch dishwasher.
It irritates me.
Tonight we'll start Lost: Season Six.
We have a mouse in our garage.
My garage has a loft above it.
That's where I keep all of my storage.
Children's clothes, maternity clothes, power lifting gear, fabric, camping stuff, my shoeboxes of pictures. . .
And food storage.
The dang mouse has helped itself.
We have six mouse traps loaded and ready to snap.
So the mouse has its pick.
But he's no dummy.
Obviously, sunchips and hot chocolate mix take the cake over peanut butter and cheese.
As does the middle section of Jace's swimming towel.
Spence even sweetened the Peanut Butter with a little vanilla.
The good stuff.
It still hasn't succumbed.
Mice are wasteful.
They eat through an entire bag of chips to nibble on one little corner of one little chip.
And their greedy.
They take things that aren't theirs.
That irritates me.