My decals arrived from Mexico.
I think slapping a sticker on the plain white plates, did the trick. Even if these photos aren’t very good. Go ahead and blame the impatient photographer for those horrible pictures.
I’m really digging the black and white thing lately. It’s clean.
Unlike my floors.
Let me tell you, my floors are tragic. I sweep several times a day and mop as needed, but you wouldn’t know it. I think my messy roommate and her equally messy friends may have something to do with it. There is a line of juice dribbles leaving a trail from the dining room to the stairs. I think there are blobs of cheese sauce next to the juice dribbles. It’s an endless battle; one I’ll never claim victory over. Either the kids have to stop eating, or Caroline has to move out.
Sometimes I lay in bed at night
plotting evil thinking about how I’m going to get Caroline back for her years of household destruction. When she’s grown and in her own home, I’m going to come over and eat popcorn in her living room. I’m going to leave uneaten kernels under her couch and in the couch’s cracks and crevices. I’m going to dump milk down the sides of her couch and not do anything about it, including not telling her about it for days because ‘I forgot.’ I’m going to leave dirty cups in her bedroom and toothpaste clumps in her sink. I’m going to eat crackers in her bed, so that when she gets in to it, she’ll be greeted with sharp cracker crumb stuck to her legs. And then I’m going to laugh about it, because I think it’s funny. I’m going to turn on every light and electronic device and leave them running after I’ve left and then I’m going to smear my dirty hands all over her glass storm door and car windows.
Paybacks, baby. Paybacks.
In other news, I’m going to pull Caroline from school early tomorrow so we can meet up with my mom in Washington, DC. She’s a reporter for her local paper in Florida and has the privilege of accompanying some World War II veterans on an Honor Flight. The Honor Flight network serves to fly World War II veterans up to DC for the day so that they can see the WWII memorial and some of the other monuments in the area. It’s really an awesome organization and I’m happy she can be a part of it. The Honor Flight is a one day thing, so their time is seriously limited, but it’ll be nice for Caroline and me to join them, even if it is for just an hour or so.
I hope to have some pictures to share.