That’s from Devil Wears Prada. Now my family includes twins. Everything about twins seems to interest me so much more. Got to get dressed, wrap presents, pick up Barbara. check motor oil, buy gluten free bread. Clean apartment, tell B. something wrong with fridge.
Lately, my dvd bedtime story is, “The Devil Wears Prada.” I’ll tell you why in the future. Another cliffhanger. Top Ten Things Everybody Thinks About You and Tells Everybody Else. Sounds like crap, but it’s only ten items so what’s the investment, really?
I do not want to drive in snow. Just thinking about it, caused me to imagine getting crushed in terrible car accident. On the bright side, my recent freelance writing has helped me improve my knowledge of American geography — such as which blob on the map is which state. I just accomplished the removal of all the clothing from the floor of the bathroom, Gentle Reader. Sorry I didn’t tell you about it beforehand.
Put it by back door for bringing in another load of things that don’t belong in the car. Give myself credit for buying ice-melt. Huzzah! Didn’t actually use it. But I’m sure I will. There is always the future for that. Check the weather report.
How the heck am I going to resume rising at 5:30 a.m. on Thursday for that dull but necessary job that helps ay the bills. Another cliffhanger. Today, I will accomplish more straightening and cleaning and even try to put the fridge in order. Should check the oil in the car and maybe have an oil change. Need to wrap presents, send thank-you cards. Get another load of things that don’t belong in the car and then put them somewhere else, including where they belong.
The house is quiet. I’m going to leave the rest of the mess where it lay until morning. Set up a movie to watch until I nod off. It’s Jaws. Wrong movie. It’s too hot in here. The thought of going to sleep always fills my mind with complaints, things to do before, stalling tactics.
Checking back through the day’s entries and I see have lost interest in the cardbox box of stuff from the car. Yes, it included banana peels, which are, garbage. I reached the bottom of the box. Threw out the banana peels. Put the water bottles in the fridge. Got stuck on the tissue paper lining the bottom of the box. Could be used to wrap future gifts. Put it in a paper bag. Did I ever tell you about the fire I reported in Schenectady. It started in a room filled with paper bags stuffed with paper. But I digress…
Checked water. Checked food. Litter box may be the problem. Another cliffhanger.
Trying to watch the PBS Frontline piece, “From Jesus to the Christ.” Cat is not impressed. Not content. Actively meowing. Not fed? Not watered? Cat box not up to snuff? Stay tuned.
One of my favorite recipes is toasted bread with butter on it. Got to stop eating so much butter. Moment on the lips; lifetime on the hips shortened by cardio-vascular disease. This tub of butter has grease on the outside for some reason. Why doesn’t that repulse me straight to thinness? Oh yeah, what else is in the box? Where to put the one red glove and one black glove? Probably more gloves in the car. Wonder if they match these? It’s all so thrilling.