Thanks for the compliments on the handbag. If I had it to do over I would change a few things. But all in all I like the over all design. The fabric isn’t that bad. Just a little over the top retro 70’s.
So today is one of those days. When the child whines about everything and anything. Like that the cursor on the computer “fell off” even though the gigantic triangle is right. there. Yes, I let him play kid’s computer games while I work on sewing projects. He’s smart like that. Ok, it’s more of letting him push the buttons and use the mouse without totally reprogramming my computer or turning on some weird Arabic encoding that I can’t turn off.
But what gets me is where the trusty husband is. He’s golfing. Fucker.
It is a beautiful day. 75 and sunny. I am at home with McScreamy while Derek is having a great time on the golf course. His parting words were, “you’d be home alone with him all day if I were at work. So what’s the big deal?”
What’s the big deal? At least at work he’s confined to his little office and forced to stare at a computer screen all day. We both are in a bit of misery. While today, I am here telling the child to stop playing peek-a-boo with the cat with my dirty underwear and cleaning up poop. And him? Taking advantage of the beer cart when it comes around testing out his new driver.
He’ll tell you it’s because he didn’t get to play when he was on vacation. Fair enough. He didn’t get to play, but we did other stuff like went to the beach, went to Northwest Trek. Fun things. He also said, “well, we get to have fun family day all day tomorrow.” Yeah, but we’re bringing the kid with us.
So then I get this text message on my phone this morning. It says, “I forgot my lunch.” You see… my
sorry excuse for a wonderful and bright husband made himself a lunch because they were starting at noon. Which he left sitting on the counter. My response… “he he he.” Serves you right.