I used to think that a reliable testament to my abilities as a housekeeper is that, any time I haul out the vacuum cleaner the boys ask "who's coming over?"
I used to think that a reliable testament to my abilities as a housekeeper is that, any time I haul out the vacuum cleaner the boys ask "who's coming over?"
I've already mentioned how crazy this month has been. But it has also spawned a new phenomenon - one that I would not have believed had I not been a direct party to it. Last night, my husband came home and simply said "make me a list and I'll clean what I can."
Ah well, maybe this is a good thing?
We’re going to be giving Gooblink a facelift soon. My husband, who is a web designer, will claim no credit for the current state of my blog site. Admittedly, it’s just plain ugly! When we bought the URL and stuffed Gooblink into its own little cyberspace last April, we didn’t really know if it was going to be something I’d take seriously. Now, I’m committed to either getting published for real or going back to occasional housecleaning. So, be watching for a new Gooblink coming your way soon!
On a different subject: I was talking to my mom the other day and, as usual, I go down my list of family members and she gives me their welfare reports. I asked about my brother and she said that he and his girlfriend are no longer speaking to one another. You know how boys (or men) communicate with their mothers and you also know that he didn’t volunteer that information without some goading from mom.
<b>The Interrogation:</b>
“Are you seeing anybody else?”
“Yes.”
“Does she have a name?”
“Yes.”
“What is her name?”
Pause, “Nunya.”
“Nunya? Is that Russian?”
“No, it’s none’ya business.”
I guess the day will come when I, too, will need a box of toothpicks and a bare light bulb to get my boys to talk.