Every week I buy bananas and place them on the counter beside the fridge. Every week. Today I moved the bananas across the room to the counter space by the phone. On his way to work this morning, Mr. D said, "Bananas! When did you get these?" as he helped himself to a couple.
I've spent hours wrapping up a MS and am finally ready to print it and send it to a potential publisher. The printer ran low on ink about 2/3 of the way through the job.
After rescheduling tickets to a show, no one wants to or can go with me.
Those bins where I helpfully put all the boys' sporting gear (cleats, team t-shirts, pants, socks, belts, shin guards & gloves)? Cleaned them out today since it's the end of the season. They were stuffed full of dirty clothes. The dirty laundry baskets are 3 feet away from these bins.
My urgency to get this project printed and mail is coupled with Team Testosterone's increased sense of boredom and need to fight. At a wicked loud volume.
Thank God there is beer in the fridge.