There are Things

There is almost nothing happening here, but cold temps, a lot of dog hair vacuuming (with my new-to-me vac from my folks which does appear to be doing a better job than my old one even if it is duct taped in one spot and isn't a Dyson. ahem.) and some generalized aimlessness involving putting together a glow-in-the-dark puzzle of a dragon that we've been working on for a year now. (By which I mean that we've had it for a year half put together and have just begun working on it again in a rather unproductive and addictive sort of way). We have also managed to break the shocks on our washing machine. Who knew they had shocks? Not I, for certain. But now I have a legitimate excuse for the gigantic pile of wash-needing-to-be-done in the basement. The sun is out today, in spite of the frigid temps, and I need to take full advantage of the energy it gives me and tackle the wreck that is my kitchen. Oh, how I DO hate dishes. I have rather been wasting time at this blog fussing over the look of it which I find satisfying if I am happy with the results and currently find HUGELY tedious because I don't like any of the limited pics I have been taking lately and am feeling creatively PLFFTH, if you know what I mean. If you're bored (because clearly there is nothing else to read on the internet other than what I have to say), I have begun three little blogs for the crazy stuff that comes out of my kids' mouths: Doodle Says, Pip Says, and Birdie Says. They shall be updated whenever I manage to and none of it will be as amusing as ACTUALLY hearing them say it (especially Birdie with her Lucille Ball expressions). So far Doodle has been less inspiring. I suppose that comes of his going on eightishness. I have missed all the really good stuff that comes out unedited from the younger set and now all the funny stuff is about farts. Still, I'm sure he'll have some gems from time to time. Hopefully, I can keep my fingers warm enough to type them out.