One of the grumpy looking banana slices that adorned my bowl of breakfast yogurt.
A bowl of grumps... should have been a clue.
It's been one of those strange days.
Yesterday I had an odd experience that you can read about here:
I have enjoyed several email relationships with some of my bloggers exchanging stories, jokes and music.
This was a very curious experience that made me worry for Cricket. I was glad to read this and find out the scoop!
Its worth checking out to avoid such Tom foolery.
Sorry that happened to you, my friend.
Hope you can clear it up soon!
Glad I was that Suldog was there to help me out with it too. Thanks!
I thought after reading that, that my day might be a good one.
Not that its a bad day... just one of those days.
More issues with the frustrating world of computer programs that refuse to cooperate.
I met the meter reader while sitting on my patio in my shorts and bra.
I'm not sure which of us had the redder face.
Reminded me that God has a great sense of humor and mine can be tested.
The pup I wanted was adopted by some other lucky person... so back to pup searching.
But I know my baby is out there somewhere.
But there is always salvation laying in wait.
I got the greatest kick out of the bog world today.
Lots of funny things to giggle over.
Redemption of my day.
I have managed to do virtually nothing of note.
I try not to do that.
I have decided to attack the
Fibber McGee cupboard in my kitchen.
This cupboard is filled with every shape and kind of plastic lidded containers... though the lids are in two kitchen drawers across the room... every kind you can imagine in mass multitude.
You open the door and they pile out on your feet.
The problem was in part due to its being the location for the kind of plastic bags you get from the market as well.
We in Sanctuary do not waste anything.
Every other inch of this stronghold is flawlessly organized to keep order thru simplicity and ease.
I did help it some by removing the plastic bags and giving them to Mom, who has a neighbor that uses them in some way to raise money for cancer.
Cool beans. I can feel good about that.
Randy is fanatical about using cloth bags whenever possible. We like that.
I realized a mistake on that front. We also use them for liners in the tiny waste baskets in the bathrooms.
Today was recycle and trash day.
I dutifully removed all trash... in their neat bags to keep things tidy for the garbage men.
When I began replacing the liners... Ooops!
No more bags.
Fortunately, I found a couple in the clown car that I have yet to clean out since moving here.
Heck... I've yet to finish unpacking it.
I like to use Randy's little truck
and mostly am a passenger in it.
X didn't drive. I enjoy being a passenger these days.
So I guess I am off to clean out Fibber McGee's closet and pile containers all over the counters and table and match lids, figure out where to put the lids in the same cupboard. Recycle those that do not have lids and lids that do not have bottoms.
But I'll take the mundane and be pleased with my results. It needs to be done.
Do you have a Fibber McGee closet or a junk drawer?
Fess up! We all have a pack rat section somewhere.
Meanwhile, enjoy this oldie on me:
Keep yer shirt on and its good to be an old bag that wasn't given away.
Big grins folks.