Things I like

I like Huey Lewis and the News.

I like orange pansies - Tom just brought home two pots. Hopefully the frost won't get them right away.

I like the smell of new books.

I like the smell of old books.

I like the first sip of a properly mixed fountain soda Pepsi. It's my crack!

I like British TV shows. Right now I'm watching "The House of Eliot". After that series is done I shall watch Upstairs, Downstairs.

I like high thread count sheets. I refuse to sleep on anything less than 600ct.

I like Scope mouthwash and Crest toothpaste.

I like Granny Smith apples.

I also like the Bee Gees.

I like Febreze Air Effects in particular the lavender vanilla scent.

I like a freshly sharpened pencil.

I like the weekends when I can go without putting in my contacts.

What do you like? Do we like the same things?

Lights out

I started out my soap opera watching career with Santa Barbara. Do you remember the Capwells and Lockridges? Eden Capwell and Cruz Castillo? Mason Capwell and Julia Wainwright?

When I was in high school, I used to rush home so that I could watch as much of Santa Barbara as possible before my mother came home from work. She did not approve of soap operas.

Over time I moved from Santa Barbara to the town of Springfield where I became enthralled with the lives and loves of the Spaulding, Lewis and Cooper clans.

In college, I watched Days of our Lives and Another World with my roommate Rebecca and General Hospital with my other roommate Lori. I had to give up Guiding Light because the other Jennifer in the house liked GL and she watched it in her room. I detested her and refused to go be in the same room with her even to watch my beloved Guiding Light.

Maybe if I had continued to watch Guiding Light today wouldn’t be the last episode?

In other news, I had to give in on the cutting board on the counter standoff. Oh yes, it was still there as of last night. But when I took a closer look at it, I discovered that the tomato seeds still on the board were starting to mold. I draw the line at mold on my counter. In my refrigerator on leftovers is one thing, but not on my cutting board.

I rather think that this whole experiment of waiting it out was in vain, because I don’t think Tom even noticed that the cutting board was on the counter all this time.

Oblivious!!

Welcome to Motel Nejyerf

Apparently I’m running a motel.

We had a guest over the Labor Day Weekend.

This person was not invited per se, more like she just announced that she “would be in town and wants to stay with us, if that’s OK?”

So what choice do I have but to say yes?

If that weren’t irritating enough, after she left I went up to the guest room to strip the bed and found not one but TWO towels in a damp heap on the floor.

ON THE FLOOR!!!

Waiting for housekeeping to come along and pick them up I daresay

I suppose I should be grateful that she didn’t leave them on the bed!?!

Clean as a whistle

The housecleaners are coming today.

That’s right, I have house cleaners. It is only two of us at our house; however I’m lazy and quite frankly, a bit of a slob and Tom is no better so I have Budget Home and Office Cleaners come once a month.

I cannot tell you what a relief it is to know that when I get home tonight everything will be bright and shiny clean. Today is extra special because they are cleaning out the refrigerator. I have to pay a little bit more, but it is worth it to have a clean refrigerator. I don’t know about yours, but my fridge is one Rubbermaid container of leftovers away from being a nothing more than a huge white petri dish.

Now if only I could find somebody to come in and clean the litterbox!

Waiting it out

Over the weekend, Tom got out the cutting board and a knife to slice a tomato for his salad.

Days later the cutting board and knife are still on the counter.

I rinse out the dirty dishes that are in the sink and put them in the dishwasher.

I make iced tea when the empty pitcher mysteriously appears on the counter.

I close the bread box every time he leaves it open.

These things I do almost as rote, without thinking.

But I have to draw the line somewhere.

I refuse to put away the cutting board and knife. It won’t kill him to wipe off the board and put it back in the drawer, will it?!?!

It is taking every fiber of my being to resist the urge to put them away myself.

I must be strong.

This is naught but a game we married folks must play.

TMI

today I am wearing a pair of underwear so tight that they are cutting off the circulation to my legs.

just thought you might like to know.