Thursday, August 23, 2007


We had a freakish storm blow through yesterday. It last only 10 minutes. During that 10 minutes, we had what seemed like 80-mile-an-hour wind, hail, 2 inches of rain, and lightening & thunder like you wouldn't believe. The tree in the front yard lost 3 of it's major branches. The cheap resin chairs in the backyard are now in the neighbor's yard. Not the next door neighbor, but the neighbor half way down the block (I haven't claimed them yet. I'm hoping I can convince DH that someone stole them so I can get new ones).

I took the past 3 days off work as sick days ~cough cough~ and actually managed to be productive with my time. I thoroughly cleaned the living room, kind of cleaned the kitchen, and, drum roll please, cleaned Bubba's room. I'm still traumatized. I'm in such shock, I can't talk about it. I think I have PTSD.

I can say this about it, though. I know now that I haven't been breaking as many drinking glasses as I thought and the garbage disposal hasn't eaten as many spoons as originally thought. Jimmy Hoffa has been located.

I still need to tackle his closets. Someday, I should write a book.


Jenifer said...

Good for you!

I would need to take at least a week off to get my house clean!!!

Dawn @ Coming to a Nursery Near You said...

LOL Well, you could always say that you were SICK of your house :)

It's nice to meet you, btw - love your blog header!

I've tagged you, if'n you're of the mind to play along. Come visit me.