Strange Sunday
Hello strange Sunday.
DH forgot golf. This has never happened before. In ten years, never, has the man forgotten golf. He gets this weird message about knife sharpening in the parking lot. So I ask him, “Are you supposed to be somewhere?”
I thought actually, his friend was mistaken. But no, he started cursing, left a half assembled batch of pancake batter on the counter and baffled child and raced out the door while asking me for cash for golf and carrying cooking knives.
wtf? Kid is all a mess, abandoned with the stupid batter and wants to know where her father has gone.
I should be photographing deodorant. Yes, that is weird. It’s for a Try Handmade article, which turned out kind of funny. I think that goes with the strange Sunday theme. Anyway, I will photograph it soon enough. I wrote the article. So the time consuming part is done.
I meant to study for the French tutoring exam. But instead got sidetracked by the BBC podcast of how to pick an argument with a French person. Gotta love the BBC. PBS would never run an educational data stream with a disclaimer that the language might offend you. So I told everyone at Halloween, including MIL’s English friend.
I possibly sounded like a kiss-ass. But after ten years the family should be accustomed to my crazed ravings. Later in the evening BIL called his wife to ask her for some kind of ass reference in German. So I am not alone in my nuttiness. She’s a detective. On a Halloween night, so surely helping us with an ass reference was of the utmost importance. Not. By the same token, I’m sure it will not be the craziest thing she hears all week.
Baby nephew impressed everyone last night with his lovely demeanor and very thick hair. He managed to yak on me and pee on the quilt without wetting his onsie. That was a feat of real wiggling power. DD sat with him on the sofa for a minute. But she quickly decided his head was too heavy for her to hold up and playing with the other little girls more fun.
I thought I had ruined my sd mini card, but instead, had just dislodged it. That was odd. But happily, I don’t need to buy a new one just yet.
I think I’ve given up on Quicken. It’s old; and I must upgrade it. I tried the online version. And it sucks. And the new desktop version does not sync with my Blackberry. So off I go to find another piece of software.
Broken link checker on WordPress brought my install to a crawl and caused me to have to enter my password repeatedly. So, uninstall.
New week, my child turns five. I plan to make a pair of pants, shirt or both, write and order a birthday cake. Tutor ESL and study for the French tutor exam – which means I will have to stop entertaining myself with the BBC podcasts and study the grammar stuff.
I’m sure there is something else. Probably five something else’s. But I’m not going to bore me and you with it.
