Unbeknownst to me, Beanie was standing on the toilet paper holder, looking out the window in his bathroom the other night. He was supposed to be in bed- but he was into mischief. The toilet paper holder, meant for Charmin and not Beanie, ripped out of the wall and tore a large hole in the Sheetrock. Super. Awesome. Cool. I’m so glad I get to fix that now.
Jeffrey evidently felt too tired while sitting on the potty yesterday, so tired actually, that he had to grab the hand-towels and hang on them. Guess what? The towel holder ripped out of the wall too! Only this was in my toile bathroom- you know, the pretty one guests and nice people get to use- but now their are large holes in the Sheetrock, torn wallpaper and fun galore! I get to fix that too.
On my way, alone, to Lowe’s today to buy all the crap we can’t afford to fix all the Sheetrock, I stopped at some garage sales. It extended my time away, and that was fine by me. Spackle, drywall anchors, plaster patch compound, a putty knife, some insulation for above the french door waterfall from the other night, some new super-duper caulking, and a combination lock to keep Beanie in the backyard. Oh, yeah, he likes to escape and run down the street. I figure it ought to take him at least a few weeks to figure out the combination- much longer than if he had to find the key.
So, my garage sale haul- small and puny- is as follows:
- One dozen antique Christmas balls, in original package, 50 cents
- 1887 copy of The Hunchback of Notre Dame, $1
- 1902 copy of Sonnet of Shakespeare, $2
- A completely new, unused baby book from 1951 for a baby girl, 50 cents
- An antique colander, $1
- Two rubber stamps, 10 cents each
- Three antique Schylling tin spice containers, 5 cents each
- An embroidered pillow case for Abby, 10 cents
So what’d I spend? $5.35? A lot cheaper than therapy.
I forgot- the toilet flusher thingy broke too, and I have to replace that in the downstairs bathroom.
Bright spot I’m looking forward to? My cousin Heather is coming up for Independence Day weekend. I’m so excited- I haven’t gotten to spend much time with her in years, and she is one of my favorite people. When I go down to California to visit, it’s always so rushed and we never get more than an afternoon together, so I’m really looking forward to three days with her. She’s never been up here, and well, I’m just very happy. Oh, and Crazy Chicken Annie is her mama. See? My favorite people.
Spring is finally really here in the Northwest. Nice, mild 70’s, breezey in the afternoons, lovely. The only problem is, it was so late getting here, all the gardens are about a month behind schedule. Picking strawberries is my July 4th tradition, and it doesn’t look like they’ll be ready this year until the end of July. Crud.
We have a new clothing trend in our house. Beanie has given up a lot of his pink things, and now Abby is wearing his clothes. Sometimes I think I should just scrap the whole “ownership” thing and just have a big, communal, unfolded laundry pile that all pick from… oh, wait. I do. Abby is currently sitting to my left, munching the already mentioned Cheetos, wearing Bean’s snow boots, a t-shirt of Jeffrey’s and a flowered necklace as a hair band. Her fingers and face are day-glo orange. Awesome.