Well...if you were looking for something meaningful to read today...look away.
This week has had a touch of the crazy, and it doesn't look to calm down anytime soon. Would anybody happen to have an extra box of Calgon they might be able to lend me?
(If you don't get that reference...you're too young to read this blog. Go outside and play.)
My daughter got a job. (And yes, that IS the Hallelujah Chorus you're hearing right now.)
We're obviously a tad excited about this news since that means we might actually get to keep a dime or two of the extra $20 we're able to put back each month.
(Shout out to Big Oil. Thanks for sucking up my retirement these past few years. 'Preciate it!)
As a result of this deliciousness...we get to spend a few more hours with Butterbean each week. *Slight nervous giggle.*
K started her new schedule on Saturday, and since I had to work, Butterbean and Grumps got to spend a whole day together. I'm told it started out really well. But by the time I got home...things had veered a little south.
I saw her and immediately was like, "Ummm, honey? Why is Butterbean's eye swollen?"
Turns out she was taking a nap in Mimi's bed and woke up. And decided to do the dying inchworm. Resulting in her hitting her little head on our window sill. Which is totally my fault because really? Who has been a leetle lax in buying Butterbean her own little bed to sleep in at Mimi's house?
Me, that's who. Oh but we are fixing that situation y'all. Yes ma'am.
So the 'Bean's right eye is now a little puffy and purple and when she smiles (which is pretty much constant) her eye disappears completely.
My husband of course was riddled with guilt because who wants to be the cause of their grandbaby's first black eye?
On top of the schedule change, and the black eye...I'm trying to get ready for Shaun Groves.
Work over the weekend was not very fun...probably because I knew Butterbean was at my house...and I missed church which is never a good thing for me, then the news of Matthew.
So to say I'm a little off my center would be an understatement.
Shew-ee what a lot of randomness! I'm sorry. Maybe tomorrow you'd like to hear about my bursitis? Not that I have that...but I could make something up to sort of keep the flow of boring alive.
I'm afraid I'm becoming my grandmother. Next thing you know I'll be forgetting where I put my cell phone and start searching high and low for my car keys while they jingle jangle quite pleasantly from my pinkie finger.
Oh wait...I did that this morning.
Tune in tomorrow Golden Girls fans when you hear Mimi say...
Hmmm...what was I going to say?