Jut’s class went through so he’ll be crazy busy the next two weeks; I realized we’ll have a houseguest early next week; at the beginning of June we’ll have a houseguest for two weeks; the next weekends go like this:
1) This weekend: I work my normal Saturday (we take turns on Saturdays at work)
2) Next weekend: Make the eight hour drive to see my nephew for the first time
3) Weekend after that: Go to Missouri for a wedding
4) Next weekend after that: I’m off, but we’ll have company
5) The following weekend: I have to work for a special work event (and then the Monday right after, it will be our one year anniversary, fancy!)
6) The following weekend: I have to work my normal work Saturday
7) The next weekend: another special work event, that I suspect I am In Charge Of
8 ) The next weekend: Fourth of July weekend; my head explodes.
I am really starting to suspect that my summer plans of gardening on weekends, having the house clean for our two-week guest (or even remotely tidy), taking the dogs on lots of weekendy little trips to nearby lakes before the weather gets hot enough to wilt Cab, and about a billion organizing projects are Not Going to Happen. When I work Saturdays after my normal Monday through Friday, Sundays are spent grocery shopping, fighting the urge not to nap, and trying to desanitize the house a bit. And feeling guilty about not painting. So! Now that I’m all good and freaked out about the next eight weeks, let’s move on to Friday questions!
How many contacts are in your cell phone? What are the first four things you do, every morning, in chronological order? What are all the things you can hear right now? What did you wear yesterday? Would you rather do yard work or do dishes?
I only have 24 contacts in my phone. I’m missing some right now, since I just switched phones and haven’t gotten all the old numbers out, but even with those I would only be up to around 30. Of the 24, seven are for work. Another five or six are numbers I know well enough that I usually just dial the whole number, instead of fiddling with the contact list. If I put in all the numbers I probably SHOULD, or all the numbers of people I called on a semi-regular basis over the last year, I shudder to think how many it would be. I hate having a cell phone, most times, and hate entering in numbers, and know it is irresponsible and pathetic the way I do not put numbers into my cell phone. I am weird. Also: sort of lame.
The first four things I do on a normal morning are, in this order: pee, put in my contacts while Jelly Roll flops around on the bathroom floor purring/meowing/wheedling me to feed him, decide what I am going to wear for the day (otherwise I’ll spend too much time on it), feed the cats. And then take out the dogs. That was five. WHOOPS.
I can hear: Coltrane breathing, a train in the distance, the space heater, cars on the street, a vague unexplained whistling noise, my typing, Cab smacking his lips which is disgusting.
This is what I wore to work yesterday. It is my favorite dress. My sister gave it to me. It has umbrellas on it and it makes me think of her.
I felt Confident, so I put on lipstick.
And I hate hate hate hate hate doing the dishes. I would much rather do something in the yard. With dirt. Dishes are GROSS.
Go!
Love,
black sheeped
PS. Did I tell you guys my husband got us tickets to see Jim Gaffigan later this year? Tonight we heard him say this on television for the billionth time and it was just as awesome as the first time. “You ever got one thing to do all day but you just can’t get yourself to do it? I gotta go to the post office … but I’d probably have to put on pants. They’re only open until 5…I’m going to have to do that next week.”
