I hate finding a dead, squashed, dried-out bug in my library book. Ew. But I’m just too cheap to go buy clean, unused books at the bookstore. I also don’t want my collection of books to get any bigger. I have a basement full of books; I don’t need any more. Until I marry a doctor and can buy a huge house in the country with a room dedicated to books. Oh, wait, I’m already married. And not to a doctor. **sigh** (Love you, honey!)
I had a great weekend at a house in the country, (see yesterday’s post) but my butt is itchy. Something (a spider?) crawled down my pants and bit me. Double ew. I think it was while we were sitting out by the campfire. I wonder: I never saw the spider, so did it escape after it bit me? I’m amazed my big, fat…um, you know…didn’t squash the thing that bit me.
I really need to clean out the pantry and throw out the cereal that’s been open for 8 months that no one has eaten. I resolved to eat that shredded wheat in January, but it’s still in there, after I ate only one biscuit. In January.
Keely’s back from vacation! Or rather, her holiday is over! The rest of us are happy to have her back, but she’d rather still be gone. I always think of Christmas when I see the word “holiday.” How American of me! Go see her over at The Un-Mom!