Day 31: Marriage as Jousting Match

Some days it seems a cruel trick of nature to be put into a relationship with another being who seems completely unable to understand the basic fundamentals of what it is to be you. I don't want to get into a men don't understand women rant (although God knows I could) and I'm sure my husband thinks he's hitched his wagon to an alien on some days as well. That being said, it does seem that many times, when I'm trying to have a conversation with my husband, I might as well break into Swahili and he can continue to listen with his head shoved right up his ass as usual. (Did I say that out loud?) I love my husband. I truly do. But Good golly, Miss Molly! Trying to get my point across to him is like a jousting match with all 25 Knight of the Round Table. Some days, I've got the strength for the battle. Tonight, not so much.

This round goes to you, good sir . Until we meet again. 

Day 30: Nesting, Part I

It started with a desk. I got tired of working at the kitchen table; setting up and putting away, then setting up and putting everything away again. So last week, I went off in search of a writing desk. And I found one, but it was white and didn't go with the room. Hi, ho, hi ho, it's off to Lowe's I go for a can of red paint and other miscellaneous necessities. (Did I mention how much I LOVE the hardware store?) Two days and two coats of paint later, voila. But now, I need a new lamp. Hi, Ho, Hi, Ho, it's off to Ikea I go this morning. Found the lamp...a new dresser and nightstand for the guest bedroom. Can you see where this is headed? Unpacked the dresser, sorted out the nails, screws, etc. Stay tuned...

PS: Had a lacrosse game this afternoon and there was this big, blue thing hovering over the field the entire game. Wait a minute, that's the sky!