wow. interesting new years eve morning 2008.
i wake up to a clean kitchen for the first time in over a week. (see this post)
then i snuggle up on the couch so i don’t wake up dh as we planned to sleep in today. but you know me--insomnia ensues.
so i meander into the kitchen--which is now clean thanks to Dan & Lee--they made the mistake of hollerin "Hey Woman! Whats for dinner!?" they SO shouldn't have went THERE on me--
they didn't do too bad did they? ps--ignore the trailer that is blocking my gorgeous view of our driveway.
ANYHOO--so i meander into the kitchen--to make some much loved java. crappage. forgot i broke the coffee pot yesterday as it was ‘bumped’ off the counter cuz there was no more room and it broke into a million pieces. dangit.
the worst part is that i love love love my coffee pot and its the coolest one ever. and since i’m on my non-consumerism kick i know i’ll never find the same one to replace it. cus i have to look at garage sales and the goodwill etc. who’s great freakin idea was this? i don’t even have a pacing partner to complain to, so ya’ll will have to do.
off to the neighbors to beg for coffee. and what do i meet as i walk up to the porch? yes...precious little 4 year old A* (name protection in case her mom and dad totally wig out)--stark naked flashing me in her bedroom window. little stinker. she’s actually one of the most cutest and comical 4 year olds i’ve ever known--except for my Bradford of course.
Mom and the kids are headed off to a doctors appt this morning for her sons follow-up on his best xmas gift--a sliced tendon in his thumb as he so kindly opened his little sisters toy for her--with a machete of course--i mean he is 13 and lives on a farm.
anyways--as i’m in the kitchen blabbin with mom, she comes around the corner in purple leggings that might have been her 2 year old sisters--a grey and pink tshirt that might have ALSO been her sisters and a purple pleather satchel.
Mom: “Hey--those aren’t the clothes i laid out for you to wear!”
4yo: “Yeah, well...THESE are prettier and THIS is what I’m wearing!!”
(said with a total snotty-little-biznatch attitude that should make you wanna slap her, but you can’t get over the sense of pride you feel in how strong willed she is!)
Mom turns to me and says: “What the hell do you do with that?”
Me: "Embrace it and be thankful because when a man asks her whats for dinner, he'll end up doing the cooking and cleaning."
amen and happy new year to all!
ps...be sure to read her shirt.