Rainy Weekend

someone figured out the wipes container

On Friday I was going to post some link love. But with blogger being down, that didn’t happen. I snuck one post in before it went screwy, even if it says it posted Saturday and not Thursday. I’ll have to post the links later. If I remember. Oh, and regarding that post – no, I didn’t get to put some stuff out at the curb. I’ll blame the rain, though laziness and a desire to mow the lawn on Friday night probably had something to do with it. If you can be lazy while push-mowing a third of an acre. I don’t feel bad since I’ve put stuff out on the curb once or twice already this spring and had great results, and will continue to do so. I even had a neighbor stop by one day a few weeks ago to ask if he could raid my scrap wood “trash” bin. AKA the wooden crap I pull out of my house that will eventually become kindling for my grandmother’s stove. I told him to go for it, and to feel free to just take anything out of that bin that he wants. One man’s trash and all that. But I digress.

My little helper ha been helping me alllll weekend while we’ve been stuck inside with the rain. I’ll be glad to get back to work where I can, you know, accomplish things. Ok, that’s not fair. I did accomplish things, even with his help. We took back the recycling, went to playgroup, took a load of dishes to my parent’s house and mooched off their dishwasher (what? my dishwasher is broken), did a little sewing, knit a few more rounds on a monkey, put everything in my mouth (wait, that was Max), made a few more cloth diapers that hopefully will not leak like the others (live, learn, and redraft patterns), and did a lot of laundry. Six loads and counting. We went away last weekend and still hadn’t caught up on laundry until yesterday. It’ll be nice to wear the 1^st lineup socks to work instead of the hot pink argyle ones.

Just as an aside, if you have to wear hot pink argyle socks to work – own it. Never show fear or indecision, they can smell it.