I am once again in charge here...as it should be.
In my first full week of unemployment, and without a working automobile, I
Sure, I still goofed off. I got caught up on all my online TV viewing. But that wasn't all...
I cleaned. I know, it goes against all the beliefs I hold dear, but I couldn't stand the mess anymore. The living room and kitchen now look rather spiffy.
More rooms need attention. And I'll eventually get to them, once I rest up.
I cooked cream of mushroom soup from scratch. It was delicious, but not perfect...yet. I'll be perfecting the recipe I used in the weeks to come.
I read two books last week:
And I started a third:
There's now no more danger of fires from the microwave, as our new, fully operational model arrived on Friday:
And before we got to cook elaborate meals in it, a burly fireman knocked on our front door and told us that we needed to evacuate to the bottom of the hill.
An overeager grass cutter ran into a gas line. It provided us with the perfect opportunity to go shopping for a new mop.
Yes, I'm that lame.
Saturday, people wearing hard hats were roaming through our yards and taking soil samples. This was NOT due to the previous day's gas leak; the soil samples were taken to test for lead, from possible contamination from a lead smelter about a mile or so away. You can read that story here.
Do we know how to pick a neighborhood, or what?
I also received an email informing me that a story I submitted for a A Pitcher of Margaritas: Cougars on the Prowl anthology has been accepted for publishing later this year.
I have never been a cougar, but I've had an "interesting" dating life, and like to make up stuff.
Since I cleaned, I thought it was safe to show you a picture of my new mini-digs (aka the Woman Grotto).
This lamp makes it too fancy to call it a 'Cave' (though it does look dark enough in the pics):
I know it's not as cool as Vicki Rocho's Harry Potter office, but I'll take it.
I now have a place to write and use the laptop (when it's back in town with The Mister). From my swivel office chair, I can still guard the refrigerator, or turn around to keep an eye on The Boy, who is usually seated here:
Don't be a hater because I get to listen to a varied assortment of cartoon music coupled by peals of maniacal laughter while The Boy sits at the computer.
Yes, I'm that lucky.
I get occasional dirty looks when I sit in my chair:
I still think she's plotting to kill me...just like that other time.
Sunday, after Grandpa duty, I took granddaughter Desiree on an already promised birthday shopping trip. Accompanying us were her friends Brittany and Jessica. It's been ages since I've spent a day with teenage girls. We had fun, and they think I'm the best Grandma ever.
When I asked Desi what her favorite gift was, she said "all of them!"
And while I was gone? No domestic disasters occurred at the Cleaver compound. The clean rooms were STILL clean, and The Mister had a big pot of homemade hot and sour soup ready for me.
It's good to be the Princess.