So, we all know how disgruntled hubby gets when I don't clean the cat litter every day. Even though it's in the basement and we hardly ever go down there... he somehow just knows... Well, at work yesterday, I had a flash in my mind of feces and tiny little pebble granules and realized I HAD FORGOTTEN. So, I very cautiously dialed Scott's number to warn him and confess my negligence. When I got home yesterday evening the first thing he says to me is, "I believe you have something to take care of downstairs." I sigh, grumble to myself, and head downstairs to rid my house of cat waste. I go down the stairs and find that my lovely, lovely, lovely Scott D. had already cleaned it as a surprise for me! This is real life romance, y'all. He is seriously, the BEST. Everyone should be jealous of me--- even guys.
Mama D. is in town now. Our tiny house is already beginning to feel a bit claustrophobic. And I'm afraid that not being a morning person, I was a bit snotty to her this morning. She can't blame me. She's known me longer than anyone and should know by now not to talk to me at certain times.
I made a bad decision last night. I should have bought self tanning lotion, but I thought a couple times in the tanning bed would do me no wrong. I only wanted to look tan for MOLLY's freaking wedding! Molly and Jenn did this thing that costs $50 at a spa where someone rubs your body down with a chemical that reacts to your own pigment. Not liking to be touched by strangers and not wanting to fork out that kind of money, I decided against this option. The only time I used a self-tanner I turned out orange and blotchy. Ask Auburn, he actually remembers this from freshman year in high school. I must have looked pretty bad. So, anyway, I threw caution to the wind and went to a tanning bed. I was only in there for 10 minutes, but this morning i looked like a raccoon except red and white instead of grey and white. At least with my glasses on, the white "goggles" around my eyes aren't so obvious. I feel like going and demanding my money back. Those places should be illegal. Whatever.
Today from the farm we're getting some real goodies... tomatoes!!!!!!! onions, carrots, green and purple? beans, eggplant, cabbage, squash and cucumbers. The drought has not been good, though. Summer's just beginning and only 1/2 inch of rain in the last three weeks. Scary. I've been experimenting with cabbage lately. My best bet has been a cabbage variation on potatoes au gratin, but healthier.
I'm tired today. I woke up at 5am this morning in a panic because Hawkins had not woken up. I went in his room and he was on his stomach with his face pressed against his crib bumper. Without my glasses, I couldn't see him breathing. It was frightening. I laid my hand on his back praying that he was still alive and he WAS! Thank God. Every morning he's alive seems like some small miracle. He's healthy. Why am I so damned worried he's going to croak?
10 Years of Blogging: Time for a Change and a Book
14 years ago
2 comments:
amber, i used to be like that with joe when he was a baby. i always checked too. it means you are an awesome mommy, amber! that's what that means. you really are, though. i mean, i've never met hawkins but he seems like the happiest baby in the world. i hope to show up at your doorstep one day very soon. me and joe. and mama D ain't got nothin' on me. i am a total morning person and i'll be all up in your kitchen singing zippidy-frickin'-do-dah outtah my pie hole while cooking up eggs and bacon in honor of the whole Bacon family. and mentez too. i'd have to kill a pig and make his own bacon from that-you know how mentez likes his Bacon.
Katie, I got your message from last week today. I'll call you back in like 2 years, I swear.
Mentez likes his Bacon like his women- thick and juicy! Poor Mentez, Katie. I'm starting to feel bad for him. Just what have we started?
Post a Comment