OH my goodness, I have SO. MUCH. TO DO! I need to get my Snape Analysis up, and tell/show you what I’ve been reading and thinking a lot about lately (which is why I haven’t been writing), and I have to make banana bread before the bananas turn to little tar pits, and post my Paris photos, and Laura just tagged me for a really fun meme (consider yourself tagged. Go do it right now. I mean it) and speaking of Laura, I have to do all this one-handed because that book she wrote? I can’t put it down. I’m serious, I love this book, though I can’t decide whether it’s because it’s so relevant to my life (amen, marrying a handsome foreigner is hella more difficult than you thought – go kiss your husband for being a nice, uncomplicated Yankee – although we only had the one wedding. Of course, Laura didn’t have to go to Denmark to get married, so I think I can claim a few complexity points there) or because it’s really funny and clever and well-written. I’ll go with both, and it’s not at all because Laura looks like Veronica Lake, because that would be superficial. Also, the 7-8 guys who spent Wednesday and Thursday replacing our heater tracked in a whole lot of dirt, and my cleaning lady is out of town. I keep waiting for the housework fairies to take care of it, but they clearly didn’t get the memo. And Amy sent me a list of stores that sell Malabrigo yarn and one of them, I swear, is like 40 minutes away! What are the odds? I have to go there. Oh, and last night a guy said “You make websites? Really? Can you include sound files?” and I said “Probably” so there’s that to learn. I bet it’s not hard. And now that it’s winter again, I should do something about eleventy hundred slightly-dirty sweaters waiting to be handwashed – ooo! Guess what! You know how you always talk about turning into your mother? Well, I did you one better! I turned into my grandma! That’s right, I have a sink in my basement now! The heater-guys put it there. It totally makes me feel like I’ve Arrived.
I’m so easy to please.
Go read this. But don’t laugh. It could be you next time.