Misanthropical
12-15-2006, 04:47 AM
Today, is my birthday, big fat hairy deal. I woke up at 7 AM, to get the inside of the house ready to be painted, since it needed it really bad.
My daughter gives me a box with a stuffed bunny in it that she made herself (yes, she is very sweet, thanks for noticing). And, I get the children off to school.
The painter comes at 10 AM and says with a sigh of relief that it is just normal wear and tear, he was afraid we tore the place apart. No, we do not tear our home apart, thanks for noticing. I may not be Martha Stewart, but I do take pride in how my house looks. The painter also put up new blinds for us for no charge, since he was happy to finally have a house that wasn't trashed.
My husband takes me to the book store, while the house is being painted and when I go to pay for my books I drop my ice tea all over the floor. I apologized and tried to clean it up, but they told me not to worry about it, they would do it. I felt bad about them cleaning my mess.
I went back over to the coffee place in the book store to buy another ice tea, but they gave me another one for free. I tried to insist on paying, but they wouldn't take my money.
We then go for lunch, where I didn't spill a single thing, luckily. I took my soda home and spilled it on my books when I set my stuff down when we came in the door. Yeah, I was miffed.
I had exactually three hours of sleep the night before, so I wasn't at my best. I went to take a nap while my husband talked to the painter.
An hour later, my husband woke me up to remind me we had to go see our big guy sing in the Christmas Chorus at his school. Lovely, since I love to hear Christmas carols on my birthday. NOT!
However, my big guy did a great job and sang so beautifully the angels wept. I am very proud of him.
So, the day wasn't a total loss.
My daughter gives me a box with a stuffed bunny in it that she made herself (yes, she is very sweet, thanks for noticing). And, I get the children off to school.
The painter comes at 10 AM and says with a sigh of relief that it is just normal wear and tear, he was afraid we tore the place apart. No, we do not tear our home apart, thanks for noticing. I may not be Martha Stewart, but I do take pride in how my house looks. The painter also put up new blinds for us for no charge, since he was happy to finally have a house that wasn't trashed.
My husband takes me to the book store, while the house is being painted and when I go to pay for my books I drop my ice tea all over the floor. I apologized and tried to clean it up, but they told me not to worry about it, they would do it. I felt bad about them cleaning my mess.
I went back over to the coffee place in the book store to buy another ice tea, but they gave me another one for free. I tried to insist on paying, but they wouldn't take my money.
We then go for lunch, where I didn't spill a single thing, luckily. I took my soda home and spilled it on my books when I set my stuff down when we came in the door. Yeah, I was miffed.
I had exactually three hours of sleep the night before, so I wasn't at my best. I went to take a nap while my husband talked to the painter.
An hour later, my husband woke me up to remind me we had to go see our big guy sing in the Christmas Chorus at his school. Lovely, since I love to hear Christmas carols on my birthday. NOT!
However, my big guy did a great job and sang so beautifully the angels wept. I am very proud of him.
So, the day wasn't a total loss.