The day after
I hope you all (both?) had the happiest of Thanksgivings.
Anna has just now suggested tonight's dinner menu:
Carrots
Broccoli
Marshmallows with cranberries
an Orange
and Bread
What we will be having is Thanksgiving leftovers. (Thanks, Mom!) There will be no carrots or broccoli.
Perhaps even better than Thanksgiving is the day after, which I typically have off of work. Back in the days of yesteryear when Mr. Unreserved was employed full time outside the home, he usually had to work. I would take that day and use it to start some sort of home improvement project. One year I painted the living room. Another I stripped paint from the mantle and newel post. This year I considered painting our bedroom. Instead we all hung out like slugs, all four of us. (Mr. Unreserved did break this pact for an hour or so to venture forth to procure for his family a new stereo receiver - I think this is the first time we've ever purchased something on the Friday of ill repute; I did my shopping du jour on line) I took a nap with Claire, and I am not ashamed to admit I still had my bathrobe on at 4:00. Every once in a while you need a day like that.
I am thankful, of course, for my family. (There is no sound in this world better than the laughter of small children.) For sold houses, car warranties, and fiber to spin. For sweet cuddly kittens, and for a house in which we no longer trip over each other, even if there's no ceiling in the kitchen and I have to plug my hair dryer in in a room adjacent to the bathroom.
Anna has just now suggested tonight's dinner menu:
Carrots
Broccoli
Marshmallows with cranberries
an Orange
and Bread
What we will be having is Thanksgiving leftovers. (Thanks, Mom!) There will be no carrots or broccoli.
Perhaps even better than Thanksgiving is the day after, which I typically have off of work. Back in the days of yesteryear when Mr. Unreserved was employed full time outside the home, he usually had to work. I would take that day and use it to start some sort of home improvement project. One year I painted the living room. Another I stripped paint from the mantle and newel post. This year I considered painting our bedroom. Instead we all hung out like slugs, all four of us. (Mr. Unreserved did break this pact for an hour or so to venture forth to procure for his family a new stereo receiver - I think this is the first time we've ever purchased something on the Friday of ill repute; I did my shopping du jour on line) I took a nap with Claire, and I am not ashamed to admit I still had my bathrobe on at 4:00. Every once in a while you need a day like that.
I am thankful, of course, for my family. (There is no sound in this world better than the laughter of small children.) For sold houses, car warranties, and fiber to spin. For sweet cuddly kittens, and for a house in which we no longer trip over each other, even if there's no ceiling in the kitchen and I have to plug my hair dryer in in a room adjacent to the bathroom.
DBF left at 5:30 in the morning and came back with a garage door opener, cf lightbulbs, and a $90 table saw. With exception of the cf bulbs, it was all stuff we've been saying "it would be nice if we had x". Pennie is confused about the pet door, but has been otherwise good with Phoebe and Jorji.
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