Thursday Random

Here's a smattering of randomness for our Thursday...

1. I'm a size 4 at Christopher and Banks. Oh yes I am. At least in one particular style of pants, I am. That tops the list today. Oh yes it does.

2. I'm not a size 4 anywhere else in this universe. I'm not even a size 6. But I'm going to revel in the luxury of knowing I'm a size 4 at Christopher and Banks, and no one can stop me.

3. Mr. Blue Eyes is trying to teach himself Jingle Bells on the piano. I wrote about his musical ability a looong time ago, so it's unlikely that you ever read my post about how he is well-intentioned, but not exactly musically inclined. I'm highly entertained by listening to him try to plunk out Jingle Bells. What does this say about me as a wife?

4. I'm not ashamed to say I like to go to bed at 8 p.m. now. I'm quite certain it is in light of our new morning routine. If you need to call me and it's 8:05, please refrain until morning unless it's an emergency. Thank you.

5. Our neighbor's garage burned to a crisp this afternoon. It was quite shocking. One moment I was mindlessly wandering around the house, the next moment I was watching black smoke billowing out the window to our north. I found myself yelling, "Oh... no. Oh no!" out loud, to no one, as I was the only one around. I scrambled for the phone and tried to remember the number for 9-1-1, then I noticed there were already emergency vehicles on the scene. Next I turned to go drag my children out of their naptime slumber, put them in the car and go careening down the road in the other direction and save us all, but I realized that a fire over a half mile away, with fire fighters spraying water on it, probably wasn't going to harm us. Then I called Mr. Blue Eyes at work to tell him about it, even though it had no effect on him whatsoever.

It was an odd moment of reactivity on my part.

I may have a little PTSD since the July storm.

6. Mr. Blue Eyes and I like to think we're relatively level-headed consumers, but we have a weakness for late night infomercials, particularly those that sell power tools or musical collections. Right now we're trying hard to resist this particular collection.

7. It's 8:10 p.m. Time for me to hit the hay. Nighty night!

I'm totally serious.

Comments

[Tauna]

Ya, it probably is a bit of PTSD.
Hopefully there wasn't too much stuff in their barn. Too sad.

Ya for being size 4. I would ask Christopher and Banks to marry me if they told me that.

I bet you are tired. It's great that you can go to bed at eight. I will not call you unless a dire emergency arises.
You can prevent a phone call from me by posting pictures of the wonderful pies that you are going to make for Thanksgiving. I want to see your braided pie crust!