Victory
Three hours of processing time later, my brain has figured out enough of the various diagrams and schematics it has seen online to let me take apart the dryer and retrieve the screwdriver. Sweet, sweet victory is mine at last!
Dusted
“Mom, I dropped a screwdriver into the lint trap!”
“What? Oh!”
Three hours of moving the dryer and vacuuming and unplugging and unscrewing and Internet research and reaching past fan blades into places where hands shouldn’t be and screwing and replugging and moving things back into their approximate starting places…
…no more screwdriver in the lint trap. Lots of sneezes.
I have smited many dust bunnies and perhaps one or two dust gorillas this afternoon.
Drenched
Marcus and Becca and I ate lunch at Panera Bakery while William and Maryanne did their thing at Borders. Maryanne and I bought coffee to drink once we got back to the house; it was grey and overcast outside, with a slight drizzle, so the hot coffee would be welcome after our short walk back to the house. I zipped and Velcro-ed and snapped the children into their raincoats, donned my own, and started herding them towards the door.
Sweet Rolls
The conversation went something like this:
“Hon, I’d like to visit my parents for Easter.”
“But I can’t come with! How is that a vacation?”
“I’ll make a big batch of sweet rolls before I leave.”
“Okay!”
Beef tacos
Swiffer
Every morning after breakfast, I sweep my kitchen floor and then wash it. My kitchen floor has never been so clean.
I heart my Swiffer Wet-Jet. That is all.
In case you were wondering, these extra-short entries are because I have one corporate web site due on Monday and one weblog overhaul due next Saturday–not to mention the illustration gig I’m negotiating and the one that I am still considering for a bid.