Dear Future Husband

I think this might be the first of a series of posts directed towards that Mr. out there who is floating along in the universe. No one specific in mind, obviously, but it can't hurt to project these things out there.

I hope you like to shop. Scratch that. No one really likes to shop. I hope you like to shop on the Internet and have the good sense to buy me beautiful and luscious things. The perfect example of this would be something like fuzzy socks combined with silk flowers. Except that is a horrible combination and a poor example.

I think that if a man loves a woman he will want to buy her overly ridiculous and beautiful things. He should. She will love it (of course!) and when she wears it or displays it and people ask, she will always say how it is something her husband bought her. Major points all across the board on that one.

On the other hand, my puppy dog is doing something weird to my blanket/couch cushion. She is so licky. And scared of me when I talk to her but when I just watch her she does trouble and gets into things. Plus she is just kind of weird too. We are all weird around here. Not really, I suppose it depends on your gauge for such things.

I don't want to watch the Fox and the Hound. I don't. I don't have anything decent to watch from the library and Netflix is probably sub-par selections. And then I have to readjust the settings on the tv again, as usual.  I have a book but it isn't really that great so far, and the only other stuff I have is dog books or research. And it is difficult to do actual research with the children around. I need to pay attention to the children.

I might have some weird true crime (364) book lingering around if I didn't already return it. Or the Hot Zone. It looks so interesting but I just haven't had the time to read it. I don't have time to read anything, but I still somehow end up reading all of the time. I still have to make the girls' ballet skirts tonight. I found good sewing instructions, I have been looking all day for good sewing instructions, most of the instructions that you find are no-sew and I don't want to do a no-sew because it is super time consuming and I know how to sew. I'm pretty good at it even.

Weird blog. Weird week.

Merry Christmas? It doesn't even seem like Christmas. Is it the snow? Is it the year?

More soon I'm sure.

I know this is a weird blog. I'm in a weird mood. It's the night before the night before Christmas. I tackled Steelyard. With my children. In less than 2 hours. OMG there are really that many people out there. I was in the minority. I was in the minority.

P.S. Marilyn just brought up to me the singing Rudolph reindeer doll thing that we have. The batteries are dying and it sounds like Satan. Rudolph the Red Nosed Demon. It isn't even funny how scary it sounds. I need to change the batteries ASAP before they keep playing with it and it descends further into hell and gets an even scarier voice. Or just starts making noises out of nowhere. I love it when the toys do that.