Probably just a collection of weird stuff. I think you're used to that by now.
For the past week or so, we've been getting this telephone call - a number from another state - constantly. Like twelve times a day constantly. I love Caller I.D. Last night, finally sick of looking at this number, I answered, expecting to be at the receiving end of a sales call. It was a wrong number. All of those calls - not for us.
We're at the sanding the floor stage with the bedroom. Floor looks really nice, but the grim reality of waiting for polyurethane to dry is going to take us into mid-next week for move in. I'm resigned to the fact - the last thing I want to do is mess up the new floor by rushing the drying process. It'll be worth it in the end.
The kids are off school today, so we're off to shop for mini-blinds and curtains, maybe even a rug or two - we'll see. They're ready and pestering me to finish so we can leave.
Behave!
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I absolutely refuse to behave.
I knew that. :) Me either!
When I say "Behave" it means within the confines of your own self.
"Don't do anything you wouldn't do" or something like that.
As if that makes any sense!
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