Duties

Three men were sitting together, bragging about how they had given their new wives duties.

The first man had married a woman from Indiana , and bragged that he had told his wife she was going to do all the dishes and house cleaning that needed done at their house. He said that it took a couple days, but on the third day he came home to a clean house, and the dishes were all washed and put away.

The second man had married a woman from Utah He bragged that he had given his wife orders that she was to do all the cleaning, the dishes, and the cooking. He told them that the first day he didn't see any results, but the next day it was better. By the third day, his house was clean, the
dishes were done, and he had a huge dinner on the table.

The third had married an Oregon girl. He said that he told her that her duties were to keep the house clean, dishes washed, lawn mowed, laundry washed, and hot meals on the table for every meal. He said the first day he didn't see anything, the second day he didn't see anything, but by the third day most of the swelling had gone down and he could see a little out of his left eye, just enough to fix himself a bite to eat, load the dishwasher, and telephone a landscaper.

Gotta love those Oregon girls!

Siding at last

Need I say more?

Hide the coffee table and suck up the carpet crumbs!

To her surprise, Vyolette has begun to crawl! I'm an old hand at this now so we've moved the coffee table and are searching for the stair gates. She woke up last night yelling her head off because she'd sat herself up and couldn't lay back down. *sigh*

Tis the season to return gifts

Naaaaah, I never return anything. It's the hoarder in me or my plain abhorrence of anything that resembles bad manners. I will hold onto that 8-track tape deck until the day I die. Or until Bryan pitches it when I'm not looking.

Wynter and I went coat shopping on the 26th of all days. I expected long lines and deeply slashed prices, I found long lines alright but only at the coffee kiosks at the mall. The stores were pretty empty, I'm sure because of their dismal sales. It's not as if they weren't trying to pull you in with their "buy one now and pay for it many many times over with 27% APR store credit" sale. Can you feel the excitement in the air? Me neither. Wyn and I finally did find a coat that wasn't insanely priced and actually fit. Now we'll find out if she can keep out of trees long enough to not rip the puffy blue material or snag it on something as she drags it behind her from the bus stop. I'm not holding my breath.

Have a lovely New Year!