. . . waiting for my drew to come home from Staples with bubble wrap. Yup, he is on a mission. A mission to clear the house of excess speakers. I’m not sure of the arrangements but he is going to be driving my car to Virginia with three pairs of speakers where he will meet someone who will exchange three pairs for one. Now he is at the point where he can’t figure out how to fit all these speakers in my car and he seems to think it’s my fault and I should be solving his problem.
Oh, the many chores of being The Good Wife. I made him an omelette this morning. He took a bite and something was crunchy. He spit it out. He said it felt like burnt paper. I couldn’t identify it. I felt it, sniffed it, but didn’t feel like tasting it — even though I am not afraid of drew’s germs. I’m okay with double dipping but I draw the line at double chewing.
Hmm, now I got me thinking — Did I ever chew someone else’s ABC gum? I can’t be sure. But I am sure that if I did chew someone else’s gum — it would be someone I knew.
Eh, enough . . . where was I? Ah, yes, Drew and his problem. Well, I think Drew hasn’t gotten over the fact that there was a bit of a crunch in his omelette this morning and now is taking it out on me in other ways. (Of course he’ll deny this but by time he reads this post it will be old news and all the world (well, my world) will have read it.
I spent hours today gardening. Weeding, moving some fairy roses, planting a white floribunda rose, a pretty hydrangea, and some herbs followed by the usual — one Aleve. Doesn’t sound like much but it took me hours. I’m feeling good — is it the Aleve, or is it the gardening?
Beautiful day today but what’s with all the mosquitos?
Drew’s back with bubble wrap, “I definitely could use your help . . . ” Hubby calling, must go . . . help . . . him.
OMG, what fond memories of baking 50 pounds of sand (a few pounds at a time) to put in the speakers — and now — now we have to empty 50 pounds of sand into a bucket in the middle of the living room. Those damn speakers better be worth all this bother and time and gas and tolls!!!!!
8:05 PM and we are done!!! Time for dinner and drinks! No, make that drinks, dinner and a bon bon.