But, still no call from the prospective new employer with the yay or nay on Tommy getting that job. They said they'd call every candidate, so we know we'll get some closure at some point. I just wish that point was about three days ago, ya know?
Also, I still have a bad case of death-warmed-over, but thankfully the effects can be momentarily mitigated by these Eddy's lime fruit bars. My dear sweet baby Jesus, they are amazing. And since I can't drink anything except milk (I know! Not even water, friends. Tragic.) they are my main source of hydration these days.
So I got all ambitious yesterday with my lime popsicle in hand and decided it was high time I sew a dress for one of my girls.
Please, I see you raising your eyebrows like that.
This growing-a-person thing does weird stuff to your brain, okay? And I was so frappin' sick of sitting around like a lump feeling sorry for myself. I wanted to DO something.
Anyway, the whole thing was actually going great considering I had two toddlers climbing on me the entire time, and I was just about to get into self-back-patting position when the dang machine stopped working. Oh, it's not broken broken. It just needs to be heavily oiled and of COURSE I am totally out of sewing machine lubricant.
So, my first question is: What is sewing machine lubricant made out of? Is there something else in my house I can use instead?
Just as I was saying inappropriate things mostly under my breath about how things just refuse to go right, the boy totally barfed. All over the front of his pajamas and onto the sofa. Oh man, it was awesome.
|This has nothing to do with anything. Except that is the boy. On a fake bed at Sears. 'Cause we're fancy like that.|
Seriously, all I had to do was fetch. Fetch new pajamas. Fetch a new barf receptacle. Fetch towels and water and washcloths. Because I tell ya what- there is only so much magic a lime popsicle can do. Help make a dress? Sure. Overcome the disgusting properties of another human being's up-chuck? That is a big fat negative, yo.
So that's where we are, people.
Oh wait, I implied I would have a second question. Um....
What is your most very favorite dish on the Thanksgiving table?
I know that has nothing to do with what I was talking about, but I figured y'all were pretty 'sick' (hah! See what I did there?) of hearing about our ailments.
Happy Feast of Christ the King, y'all. Viva Cristo Rey!