in which I fantasize about living somewhere tropical
September 13, 2006
Yesterday I lit a fire in my wood burning stove.
After complaing about being cold all day and the house having an indoor temperature of 59 degrees, and after calling my husband to whine several times, I broke down and lit it.
Conversations with my husband during which I may or may not have said, “Sure, you get to go to work where there is heat, grown-up conversation, and restaurants. While I sit home shivering calculating the price of heating oil and wondering what the price would be for selling my plasma.” I know, you are jealous. You wish you were married to me.
And my husband may or may not have answered, “Then light the stove, but for the love of all things holy stop calling me and complaining. Do you think I like being here?”
And I may or may not have answered, “Why YES I think you do like being there!”
Photos! Because when you have nothing to write about share photos. It’s like the comic book version of my blog.
Yesterday was horse back riding. My batteries were fully charged so I got lots of pictures. That all looked much like this one.
My daughter wearing what she called her cowgirl outfit. From this I assume that cowgirls wear denim skirts and rain boots two sizes too small.
Cowgirls also like to stand on fences and be photographed in black and white.
And then they like to bathe.
This is the tub that I refinished. We have been without a tub in our house for two years. My two youngest children have never had a bath in a big tub, at least not at our house. I’ll probably write a whole post of it’s own about the bathroom since it is *almost* finished. Just a tiny bit of painting and hanging the door back up.
Gone are the days of multi tasking in the kitchen, like this:
And a little bonus picture, the kids sitting and eating at our new table and chairs. I love the little chair that Miles is sitting on. I have a thing for little chairs anyway, but this one makes me wish that I could buy them and make all the kids sit on them. So what if some of the children are bigger than me.
Please notice my five year olds pissed off face. How dare I take a picture and not get him the bottle of pancake syrup RIGHT NOW. He is dying after being asleep for and without food for ten hours.
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