During the day I feel like I’m drowning, things are so hectic over here. Except the evenings which are dark and quiet and spent in the house keeping my family warm. And humidified, courtesy of the Vicks Vaporizer. (Hard water makes disgusting chunkies in the Vicks. It’s like magic every morning!)
Anyway, somewhere in between running and snuggling, there are some things that are knocking around inside my head.
- Why did the techtard tell me the specialized piece of office equipment (vague enough for ya?!) wouldn’t actually work the way it looks like it should work when it does indeed work just like that? Hello? Is there a brain in there? Huh? OH! Look! It’s in the MANUAL!
- I’ve been operating the machine for two years, give or take. I’ve had the manual the entire time. Why didn’t I look in the manual? Why did I believe the technician? Why haven’t I tried this sooner? If I’m this dense about something so obvious, can I really be trusted with the care and upbringing of three human beings?
- I wonder how much they’re worth. If I were looking to sell them, that is.
- The Christmas shopping is pretty much done for those three children. Surely that adds to their value? Like hardwood flooring or a relatively newish roof. No?
How did Rachael Yamagata’s “Happenstance” get on my list of things I won’t buy for myself? I have no memory of adding that CD to my list o’ wishes. So, I can’t see the obvious and I can’t remember what it is that I want.- Can I truly become addicted to the children’s cough syrup? Are they exaggerating when they say it contains “NARCOTIC”? You know me. I exaggerate ALL THE TIME. EVERY SECOND. SEE? Surely they don’t really mean “narcotic” when they say “narcotic”. They just mean, “Ooh. Yummy stuff. Ooh. Yes.” But they say “narcotic” because they’re being funny. Like when I say, “I’m so hungry I could eat my own face.” I don’t mean I’ll eat my own face. Just that I’m really hungry and I’m very funny. And possibly addicted to the children’s cough syrup.
