In a near-empty shop, at a counter at which the barrista and her pal are chatting it up over the counter…
“Can I help you?”
“Which one is the coffee like a milkshake?”
“The frappuchino! What flavor would you like?”
“Coffee.”
“And what size?”
“Large.”
Why is it that the last two library books are never where they are supposed to be?
I have cleaned far, far too much in the past two weeks, and I’m just getting started.
Depression sucks. Cleaning helps.
I now have a desk of my very own, with drawers of my very own, at which I can sit and do my very own work. Not that I’ve gotten to use it much, as I’m still cleaning everything else.
But at least I no longer have a system of piles for storage in my bedroom.
My sphere of cleanliness increases daily!
Marcus, regarding his fried SPAM(r) sandwich: “Mom, this is delicious! It’s like it was in a marinade!”
Me: “Oh, God.”
Marcus, while reading off movie titles while we were all in the throes of the flu: “The Fear of All Sums.”
Matthew: “Noooo, not 2+2!”
Me, being sarcastic: “Mmm, exposed ductwork.”
Matthew, being sarcastic: “It’s _industrial_.”
HGTV victim/collaborator: “We’ve been having this, y’know, industrial look to the loft…”
Always keep the baby pointed in a safe direction. Never point a baby at something you do not intend to destroy.
Know how to play with the baby safely. Remember, most accidents happen when a baby is being handled incorrectly.
Wear eye and ear protection as appropriate.
Never use alcohol or over-the-counter, prescription, or other drugs before or while handling a baby.
Store babies so they are not accessible to unauthorized persons.
I am doomed. Marcus is reading _Ender’s Game_.