But I'll go ahead and save myself the embarrassment of admitting such things, by not even mentioning it.
Anyhoo. Here's a shot of me peeping Jane out my very own window this morning. Or is that not what that means?
So...today. Today is always a good place to start. I was to leave to my parents place today with my massive (to some) family of eight. Unfortunately, the van protested. And won. She's cranky like that.
I'm a big girl though! I can take it. We just moved onto the red car, red's been good to us. And he was all gung-ho right up to his AC fix--I dunno what goes on in that place, but he fell apart on the way home.
I feel for him...kinda. Mostly I'm just scowling.
Running down the line . . .we're going with green tomorrow. It starts, isn't full of sliced and frayed wires, and we relieved it of it's pack-rat stash. I had only a slight vision of driving with my hood on fire. That's gone now, so...hopefully we won't blow up.
That'd be nice.
I didn't mean to devote so much time to the beasts that
Or am I getting all my
Okay, today. Right. Focusing here.
Today is about the men in my life. (Boy am I ever grateful I can stay on task...I know what I mean and I just do it. I don't stray from nuttin'. Anything. [I really, really want to use double negatives--it's just the problem of the nails-on-the-chalkboard thing it does to me]...so I was saying...I focus...)
My little piggies. Don't mind that I refer to them as little piggies, k? I really am kind. Well, kind...a. I'm just looking to entertain myself. Cause I have nothing planned for today, cause I'm supposed to be on VACATION! That's why.
Not that I'm bitter or anything.
Piggy. I love my little piggies.
This little piggy has some naaaasty pink eye today; I think you can do nothing but agree--it's even worse in real life.. (Perhaps the cars were only looking out for my mama's eye health...but I've moved on from them, right?.) But. He's showing his manly-hood (have I mentioned he is taller than me now? yes, after making me stand back-to-back and measure incessantly on the wall for endless days--he's finally made it.) by getting out and doing yard work despite the blur and pain. I'm pretty sure it's maturity and not the million dollars we're paying him to do it.
Then this guy...I just gotta srtay from pig here (the appeal is fading fast). Where did it come from anyway?! It was never there was it?
I love that he's always trying to make things work for us. He's playing mechanic today. He's like the brick house of us all. (What is it with pigs today?)
Bacon--that's it. I have peppered bacon in my fridge. I've never tried it before, but have heard great things said of it. I love it when dinner comes to me out of the middle of nowhere. See--focusing and staying on task is completely over-rated. If I'd been focusing, in an hour (oops...three minutes!) I'd have no idea what to make for dinner. Now I have it. Pancakes, eggs, bacon. Scratch the pancakes--toast is faster.
Before I go off to indulge my taste buds. Here's another reason I love the main man:
His girls are wrapped around his finger.
And he loves his boys.
Wee-wee-wee for now. I'm gonna go drown my car sorrows with pig fat. Peppered pig fat.