hoy
My son is double-fisting sippy cups right now. What a weirdo.
Things I'm going to be doing today:
-Call that nice day care center that I went to the other day to get their official literature and possibly set up an appointment to meet with the director.
-Call about a couple of jobs that I saw in the paper yesterday. There was one that I was pretty interested in but I'm pretty sure it requires a driver's license. Argh. Which reminds me…
-I need to get in touch with Stacey about practicing on her car so that I can get said license. I don't know what that girl's deal is. She's been downright dodgy the past few weeks.
There really needs to be some sort of liberal arts driving exam for retards like me. Like, can't I write an essay or something?
-Laundry (of course)
-Running the vacuum cleaner in my bedroom.
Edit: I also need to use up the rest of a roll of B&W film that I have in my camera. Maybe if my son quits flipping out every time that he drops a Lego we'll go outside and do a photo session. Natural light on B&W photos looks so bomb.
-Maybe cleaning the bathroom.
Funny story…well, not really. When I went to the bathroom last night I noticed that the toilet seat now has a big crack running horizontally on the right side. So now when anyone sits down to do their business they get pinched on their upper thigh. My mom got way too angry about this most recent home improvement development. I think she was in a bad mood because my grandmother, as per her usual, came over and was badgering my mother about stuff that she has to do to the house, mostly in the name of making it look “nice.” She's making my mom put this hideous deck in the backyard. It's going to be way too huge for the house and I know it's going to look ridiculous. We have a small house. Deal! If my mom wanted a bigger house I don't know why she wouldn't just buy a bigger house instead of buying a tiny one and adding stuff on to it so that it looks like it might fall over.
My grandmother also wanted my mom to buy this 3-feet-high statue to put in the yard. I jokingly asked, “Is it of the Virgin Mary?” My grandmother seriously answered me, “No, St. Francis.” What is going on? Lawn decorations are tacky, period, but especially so when they're religious. No class, no class. tsk tsk.
ergh, better get moving.
