It was SUPPOSED to arrive today. Now the interweb tells us it'll be another three days.
*le sigh* Since it is tres, tres tragique.
(Yup, that nearly exhausts my French vocabulary. ... Unless you want to hear about monkey-pants. ... Yup.)
(Yup, that nearly exhausts my French vocabulary. ... Unless you want to hear about monkey-pants. ... Yup.)
(Especially since, when I DO try to use the French language, I accidentally called my dear Cynthia a MAN. #>.<# Doh!!)
Yesterday, the plumbing freaked out.
So, OF COURSE, I freaked out.
Michael fixed it, well, mostly.
(I did man the plunger and administer copious doses of baking soda and vinegar.)
(But I did it while fretting and gnashing my teeth.)
So, OF COURSE, I freaked out.
Michael fixed it, well, mostly.
(I did man the plunger and administer copious doses of baking soda and vinegar.)
(But I did it while fretting and gnashing my teeth.)
I'm trying to be more motivated in doing the housework and DOING things.
The kids and I walked to the park. We picked up some venetian blinds (for free) from a neighbor. (You KNOW I can't resist FREE!!)
The blinds are too big. DOH! By FEET ... Yeah, I should measure those windows sometime, huh?
STILL ... if anyone it looking for, oh, a couple six-feet-wide blinds, lemme know, okay?
The blinds are too big. DOH! By FEET ... Yeah, I should measure those windows sometime, huh?
STILL ... if anyone it looking for, oh, a couple six-feet-wide blinds, lemme know, okay?
I keep losing my temper and yelling at my kids. It's not that I don't love them. I DO.
Sometimes I just find them VERY needy and annoying. And I know that I'm being selfish. I do love them. Really. I just need some space and quiet.
Sometimes I just find them VERY needy and annoying. And I know that I'm being selfish. I do love them. Really. I just need some space and quiet.
And then I give them hugs and we snuggle and watch a show or something.
Or I send them to their room to take a FREAKING NAP AND LEAVE ME IN PEACE, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! ... And then I use that time to become a little more pleasant and nurturing.
And then I feed them a snack and cuddle them a bit.
So, you know how (above) I mentioned that Michael worked on the plumbing? ... Here's a direct result:
"MOM!! The snake's in our bathroom!!!!"
Taken out of context (context, of course, being our house and the "speciallness" therein), you might think that there was a legless reptile inhabiting their lavatory, but no.
No, dear and gentle reader, that is not at all the case.
Taken out of context (context, of course, being our house and the "speciallness" therein), you might think that there was a legless reptile inhabiting their lavatory, but no.
No, dear and gentle reader, that is not at all the case.
The plumber's snake is lying inert and harmless on the bathroom floor. Since neither Michael nor I could summon up the necessary energy needed to pack it up and put it back in the shop.
(I did, however, make the executive decision to keep the horking-big [YES, that IS a technical term. Shut up. Stop looking at me like that.] pliers in the house.
(I did, however, make the executive decision to keep the horking-big [YES, that IS a technical term. Shut up. Stop looking at me like that.] pliers in the house.
ALSO, I learned that there are vents in plumbing. Had NO idea.
I refer to the vent under our kitchen sink now as "the magical reset button."
(Though, in full disclosure, it seems less MAGICAL and more IN-POSSESSION-OF-A-MALICIOUS-SENSE-OF-HUMOR when one presses it and is unexpectedly splashed with backed-up drain water.)
I refer to the vent under our kitchen sink now as "the magical reset button."
(Though, in full disclosure, it seems less MAGICAL and more IN-POSSESSION-OF-A-MALICIOUS-SENSE-OF-HUMOR when one presses it and is unexpectedly splashed with backed-up drain water.)
(Not that I'd EVER know this from personal experience. Nooooooooooo. LOOK! OVER THERE! SOMETHING SHINY!!!!!)
But, yeah. I really .... have a complete and total lack of motivation.
BUT I have CRAZY HUGE BLINDS (that I cannot use. BOO! ... If they were shorter, I'd put them in the kids' room and our bathroom. But, ALAS and ALACK! They are just TOO FREAKING LONG). ... But, did I mention they were FREE??? ... At least when I manage a bit of an EPIC FAIL, I do attempt to keep it within our budget. ... So THAT's something in my favor, right?
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Ah, tax refunds. I started to e-file back in February, and it said we would owe the Fed, so I put it off until the 14th. And found a huge credit that I had not found online. How long does it take for them to process the stuff mailed in on the 15th?
Well, Bex-girl, you could check with the IRS and see where it is (https://sa1.www4.irs.gov/irfof/lang/en/irfofgetstatus.jsp -- This is the "Where's My Refund" link for the IRS.), that's what Michael does.
You do need your SSN or Taxpayer ID, your filing status, and the amount of your refund (the exact amount. So break out your papers from the filing cabinet! Or the shoebox under your bed ... or wherever you keep your tax returns. I wouldn't know. :P)
Once you enter that information in, they'll tell you when to expect your refund to arrive.
We filed about a week before the deadline ... and ours should arrive any day now, really. But, it does depend on how backed up the agents are.
Good luck!!
Can't you cut blinds to size? I thought you could... I could be wrong!
Um ... we'd have to cut these in HALF. And that'd sever the cord to raise/lower the blinds. So that's a no-go. :S
Of course, I saw some blinds over at Target for not-as-free ... al I really need to do is actually MEASURE the window frames and buy them.
After the stupid rebate comes in.
*SIGH*
Something shiny? Where? Where? I'm so excited! Where did it go?
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