I've got my spackle. I've got my putty knife. What more do I need?
The Hunny, Oatmeal Head and Little Guy are going to Cub World this weekend for a big camp out. They're all so excited! There's fishing gear in the corner of my living room, a rolled up tent sitting next to it, plans and directions scattered around the house, all the proper forms have been turned in to the proper people. The boys are leaving!
Here I'll be, alone with Maybelline for a couple of days. What do I have planned? Climbing tomorrow morning, of course, which Maybelline is beginning to enjoy. Laundry, which she is not. Trying out my new dryer lint brush with the ten foot extension rod. Woohoo!
On a side not: Little Guy is getting ready for school, putting on his socks, complaining about his cowlick and asking for hair gel, telling me the purple sparkly stuff is okay. Then, "Here's what I wanna do. I want to grow my hair out long and dye it black. It looks cool." I just smile and nod.
Sorry. The big thing I'm doing this weekend involves the spackle and putty knife. See that wall? My dining room wall? That horrendous thing? I'm going to texture it, come hell or high water.
And right now I need to run. Subbing in a pre-k class today. My favorite!
Until I write again ...