Anyway, I woke up and I was thinking to myself, "Self, why don't you blog anymore? You should really do that!" So that's what I'm going to do, at least until I run out of things to talk about again.
This plan would be a lot better if I had things to talk about now.
Maybe that's why I don't blog anymore.
Nothing particularly interesting has happened since I last blogged, but what the hell, lets talk about it anyway!
--I bought a tablet. I tell people this and they get all excited to talk about our tablets until they realize I didn't buy an Ipad or something like that, I bought a Wacom tablet and they don't know what the hell that is. In the words of George, it was a way to spend several hundred dollars to learn that I still can't draw.
--Also, our good computer is broken, so I can't even use it right now. It's only been broken for about a week and it's just the power supply, but it makes me hate living. Rather than look on the bright side (some people would be entirely computerless and/or not be able to fix it themselves) I choose to complain.
--That's because I love complaining! I've realized how much I love complaining!
--George has started playing Magic again. He has people over at ridiculous times of day. Like right now. It's 6:20 in the morning. I bake them cookies or cupcakes or whatever and then they get confused thinking he has an awesome wife and he's all, "Seriously, you've never had to listen to her complain."
--My little brother is getting married. I really, really love my future sister-in-law, but hot damn, George thinks he has to listen to someone complain! My little brother also graduated college, so that's outstanding! He's a chemical engineer. Hooray for him! And hooray for me because he makes paint for work and booze for fun and can give me both for free!
--I need a lot of free paint because one of our tenants turned out to be a crazy hoarder and we had to evict her. Unfortunately, we didn't realize that until she'd destroyed the apartment. Our other tenant cut his work hours to chase his dream of becoming a rockstar. This didn't mesh with his ability to pay rent. At least he realized that before also destroying the apartment.
--I need a lot of free booze because most days alcoholism sounds like a good goal.
--I'm turning thirty in September. I still don't
--Pie turns five and starts Kindergarten in the fall. We're homeschooling. Pie is probably completely shit out of luck.
--She's also decided she's actually a princess and I'm some sort of villain. That would probably be cute except she tells anyone who will listen all about it.
Librarian: Are you making that for your mommy?
Pie: Oh, that's not my mom, that's my wicked stepmother.
Stranger at the supermarket: Aren't you just a little princess?
Pie: Told you everyone else knows. You're gonna get in trouble for kidnapping me.
She also refuses to wear pants. It has to be a dress at all times, regardless of activity. This is good because revoking her dress privileges is more effective than any other punishment we've tried. She starts drama camp tomorrow and I can't wait to see what new stories she comes up with. That might give me something more interesting to blog about.
--Holy shit, it's my dad's birthday. I literally just realized that, so I guess I have to go shopping today.
Happy Sunday!

oh gosh, you child is...a lot like you! :) I like that you're blogging again...
ReplyDeletep.s. I can't remember how to log in to sign this.
She's so weird. Which really just supports your statement, so there's that.
DeleteI'm glad that you like that I'm blogging again. You are my most favorite friend for reading all my stupid shit!
I'm not sure about logging in because I never log out of anything. I never clear my history either, just because I hate having to type out all of my info again. That's laziness to the extreme right there!