Because of the lack of blog-worthy happenings in my life, I have decided to temporarily scrap it and move on. I may take it up again, but possibly not. I love being boring. I find it peaceful.
This being the third day my husband has been on an "adventure" with my son-in-law and two of his friends, I am far from ready for him to come home. None of the housework (that falls above and beyond regular regular duties) has not been done. None of the creative challenger I set for my self have been met. I haven't even eaten any of the tempting, decadent, delicious foods I have planned.
I did, however, do something very unlike me. I voluntatily visited my mother and I bought a new purse before the current one died. Most shocking, it is not red.
Hubby dear will be home tomorrow afternoon, full of stories about NASCAR. Ewwwwwwwwww...I will listen only if he promises...I'll think of something...
I've already promised his services to the church for Easter Sunday morning. He'll be joining me as a greeter at early services. It's not the early service part that is new, it's the greeting. He's such a schmoozer, I can imagine people lined up for miles, waiting to come in.
Time for a change! A movie and a few rounds on my current sock...#3 for the year.
