pssssssst! *ahem* Me and my dial-up are slowly adding things to the shop.
I think I have figured out a way for Curt and I to get along better…we need to buy an English car. We need a car that allows ME to steer and work the pedals over on the passenger side.
It occurs to me only just now that we could just switch seats. I should think these things out before I start typing. *sigh* BUT but but (stick with my literal stream-of-conscious, please) that would remove the power of “being in the driver’s seat”…so, he has to stay over there. It’s not that he’s a bad driver. No. It’s that he’s easily distracted…but everything. Deer. Tractors. Land for Sale. Blackberrys. And where his head goes, so do-eth the vehicle. For a kid who drives quite a bit for his job, this
drives me absolutely insane concerns me greatly. It is, perhaps, the thing that makes me the most nuts. Well, that…and how he asks me for things before he looks. Like, “Do we have any milk?” Why, yes…yes, I believe we do. It might be in that tall, black, cold box in the kitchen, you NUT.
Laundry at the Shoebox means one thing: movies. There’s always a movie on in the background when I’m folding and ironing and such. Having worn out our VHS of Sense and Sensibility, Rylie and I headed to the store to buy Pride and Prejudice. Oh, Friends, how I love Jane Austen. Since it’s ohso difficult to read while folding laundry, I watch. And Emma Thompson has done an incredible job of helping to bring these stories to modern film…they are impeccable. I, well, I watch them over and over again. Mostly because it takes me a half hour to get back into the language…but oh, how I love them. Yesterday, I watch P&P twice in a row. Seriously (there was a LOT of laundry). There’s just something about the light and music in that movie…oh, and the long walk at the end where Darcy comes marching up in the sunrise to find Elizabeth.
Excuse me whilst I swoon.
Anything you can watch over and over and over again?
Blessings to you this weekend, friends. I’m off to see Lyle on Sunday…and take my baby out to the beach at camp this afternoon. I may or may not put clothes on her. I look at this picture and I think I can see what a little boy Mulder will look like in the future, don’t you?