Finally some sunshine today--it's been the grumpiest weather lately.
A new haircut. Kristy is a master. We tried a blunt cut this time--she never cuts my hair the same way twice--and it's fresh and clean looking for the holiday season. She also styled it with a flat iron device. I've always wondered...and now having done this, it's not for me, but curiosity is satisfied. (Now watch, everyone who sees me will complement me on my straightened hair and I'll feel compelled to go get me a flat iron device.)
Standing in Target debating on a new dryer rack since my old wooden one (that I owned for 20 years!) finally rotted through and died. I finally grabbed the box and tried to open it when the woman standing next to me in the aisle said, "I have that one--it's good." "How long have you owned it?" I asked. "For years now. I like it." It was nice hearing her endorsement, so I bought it and I think I'll like it, too.
I never can remember the chocolate bar I like the best, but yesterday I remembered:
Finding those stretchy gloves the boys like for $1 a pair. (Notice the theme here? Yes, I did go to market--my monthly shopping trip to Target.) Naturally I stocked up.
Seeing the boys practice their karate.
Reading out loud and noticing the boys settling in and listening to the book.
A long, chatty phone call from a friend I haven't heard from in a while.
The bill from the garage door repair guy--it cost much less than I'd feared. Not that I plan to drive into the garage door again anytime soon, but I was prepared to replace the entire door, so you might imagine my concern.
Making and sticking to a meal plan for the week. Our family meals have been QUALITY. And I hatehatehate to cook (I know--I wrote a book about a woman who sells kitchen products--no sense at all), but everyone is eating, I'm making the boys pitch in and I'm forcing them to clear and help clean up. Last night Mr. G helped me make meatballs and it was even--dare I say--pleasant standing at the stove smashing the meat into balls with his help. I almost didn't let him help, wouldn't that have been stupid? The job took half as much time and he was proud of all he did to contribute.
Finding free straw for mulching my gardens over the winter months.
Spill it, reader. The good things.