Queen of Rambles

I find it very difficult to stay away from making journal entries when I am home all day. I wish I could work. It is impossible for me to sub when I am this pregnant. When would I have time to go pee? My life revolves around the pee.

Are you all ready to keel over in shock? I have a phone. Not sure what my phone number is, but I do have a phone and it is working and I am sure if I just called my cell phone I could see the number. of course, that would require knowing my cell phone number.

I also have my new quilt! And it is pretty! It totally clashes with my bed skirt because the blues were not as bright as I thought they were and I’m not sure what to do. I could take the quilt back and start my search again or I could buy a new bed skirt. I made the bed skirt. I love the bed skirt. The bed skirt clashed with EVERYTHING. If I got a new bed skirt and used the quilt that I love love love I could probably find curtains for the bedroom because the quilt isn’t nearly so clashy as the bed skirt. Maybe I could sell the bed skirt on e-bay. It was an extremely expensive bed skirt because I used really good material. Actually, I would not sell it on e-bay. I would cut it up and use it for quilting fabric! Duh! What was I thinking. Ok, I will keep the quilt and buy a new bed skirt and get curtains and be almost all set to live like a grown up, if only I didn’t have crap scattered all over my house from here to kingdom come.

Mike was a bad boy and didn’t sign the paper I needed him to sign so I could get the car registered today. That means I get to skip going to the DMV today! This makes me happy. I get to procrastinate and it’s not even my fault. It’s Uber-Responsible Boy’s fault. Things are rarely his fault.

I figured out how to make a phone post on LiveJournal, so if you see a phone post from me on LJ you can assume I am in labor or have just given birth. I do have a babysitter set up for my blog, but I may call in for myself just because I can. Or I might not. Hard to tell what will happen.

Of course, this would require me to write down or memorize the phone number I’m supposed to call. You may have noticed I don’t do well with phone numbers. I’m a word person, not a number person. Actually, a lot of my lack of phone number-knowingness is caused by the simple fact that I never actually dial any numbers. I just hit speed dial. Speed dial is a bad thing.

I have been crampy all day. I feel like I need to go and scrounge up my box of Insteads and take some midol, but I don’t think those things would help. As anxious as I am to see Thumper, I really hope he doesn’t make me miss the season premier of Lost tonight!

Now that I have an actual cover for my bed, does this mean I have to make it on occasion? That’s the joy of a “Swedish sleep system”–you just have two big ol’ duvets on the bed and can straighten them or not as desired. Maybe I don’t need a quilt after all. But it’s PRETTY. Gosh darn it, I like PRETTY.

There’s a man on my balcony. I’m glad I have some clothes on. I hope he didn’t notice that my pansies are all dead. This is supposed to be the last step in the roofing work. I hope so. It is noisy around these here parts.

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