Um. Hello.
My blog has been a little lackluster lately (loving the alliterations, aren’t you?!) I’m trying, people, honestly, I am. But since, I haven’t hit the world o’advertisers filling up my inbox to ask me to help them promote their wares, you’ll have to settle for my sometimes mediocre attempt at writing…to you!
It feels like when I was a little girl and asked for a pen pal and we exchanged letters maybe twice…and then, we didn’t. I think because at that age, your mind just wanders from experience to experience and after all, there is something a LITTLE creepy about writing to someone you’ve never met or known before, right?
So… hello… how do you do? Glad to meet your acquaintance. Now then, I have no excuses because we officially know each other.
So the most interesting thing I can tell you about is SB’s arrival home at 3am this morning. Yes, that would be 3 AM!! Bless him, he got a little homesick while on a hunting trip and decided to come on to the house – 5 hours before reporting to work this morning!!
Oh. Yes. And how could I forget? He’s sick and brought his croupy self into our room last night, turned on the bathroom lights, and began pilfering through all the drawers and cabinets looking for the Chloraseptic spray. And then woke me up even more by asking if I knew where it was. So after I drug myself by the pajama bottoms out from under my warm down comforter, I walked in, opened the cabinet where we keep those things (it’s kinda like what most people refer to as a medicine cabinet, don’t ya know!) and he said, “Oh.”
After telling me at least 32 times how much his throat was hurting, we decided he should sleep in the guest bed which meant I had to remove several stacks of paperwork and boxes on top of the guest bed because you know, I like to organize myself in there. It’s a really good thing we don’t have a flurry of “guests” who frequent the use of that room, because I don’t know what my paperwork would do on a regular basis if I had to give up the use of the bed for someone actually sleeping on it. Oh – yes… here I am… I’m digressing.
So, at 3 this morning, all the lights were on. My husband was hacking in the bathroom whilst attempting to swallow the minty-fresh taste of Chloraseptic spray and get some sympathy from me while I shuffled down the hall to clean up the guest bed, so his hunting-come-lately self wouldn’t contaminate me while he snored for the next 3 hours.
It’s amazing I was able to fall back asleep. Don’t worry – the Sadie alarm went off at exactly 6:22 a.m. letting me know she’d had enough of the laundry room!
So how have you all been? I’ve missed you all greatly. Write back when you can. And tell me fun stuff and I might even write back and say things like, “Oh, thank you BFF” and “Lylas” and “BF4-ever”!
P.S. I hope you’re not as bored as I am with this post.
P.S.S. Ya’ll come back now, ya here?!
Hey,
Good to hear from you! I always enjoy reading your posts.
Hope you avoid your husband’s creeping crud. We also do the guest bedroom thing when one of us is sick, and yes, it always requires removing multiple layers of non-bed-stuff from the bed in the wee hours of the night.
Hope it’s not strep throat. Brian and I both had it last week and thought we weren’t going to make it! The doctor said we had been “foreign” kissing. Yeah, right! Hope SB gets quick fast. Don’t you just love hunting season and sick husbands (they sure try to milk it)!
I totally feel this way about my own blogging abilities – especially as the busyness of the Christmas season has crept in! You are not alone!
Oh my goodness – THANK YOU! It is so good to know that I’m not alone in the world having “that” husband. It is simply not possible for my husband to be awake in the middle of the night – or the morning without me being awake with him! If he’s up – every light in the house is on!
LYLAS!!! I enjoy reading your posts…when I sit down and have a moment! Please check out my blog (YES, I SAID BLOG!) and read my latest posting…I am definitely a better blog follower than writer!!
Love to all!
Hey, Little Girl, just wanted you to know I am keeping an eye on you. Tell SB I hope he feels better. LYLAS!