Idle Minds
I've been living a lot inside my own head lately. That means I've been thinking a lot of random thoughts, along with contemplating the meaning of my life and the direction it's been taking lately. Don't worry, I'm not getting all deep and philosophical here. I'm just saying that for anyone out there that has been led astray into believing that I have a deep-thinking brain inside my head, let me dispel that misperception with a little glimpse into my mind.
Here are just a few thoughts that ran through my idle mind today:
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When I was younger and I first heard that song that says, "Shoo fly. Don't bother me," I thought the words were "Shoe fly, don't bother me." In fact--and here's the true confession--up until about two weeks ago, I was still wondering just what a shoe fly was as opposed to a regular fly, and what made it so special that someone wrote a song about it.
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Recently, on a shopping expedition to Old Navy, I bought myself a cute little polo shirt. White with a little pink and green argyle pattern on the chest. I wore it one time, spilled something on it and put it in my bathroom sink to soak. And that's the last I saw of it. I've searched my house high and low. I've even checked my kids' closets. No luck. I have no idea where that shirt could have gone. Any ideas?
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If Keelie had developed on the same timeline as my other children, we would have said good-bye to diapers over a year ago. But then I would miss the smell of baby wipes and Luvs diapers. *sigh*
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This is the view from my kitchen right now:
The painting is coming along great. And no peeky, peeky with the windows covered like this. And that, of course, means I can saunter through the kitchen dressed however I choose. Hmm, what should I wear today?
Comments
I'm glad painters aren't staring into your windows right now. But the lack of light is probably a bit depressing too!
A place my mind actually wandered today? Sprightling Diaries. Are you writing it as young adult fiction? If so, my critique might not apply so much. Just a thought. Ü
The laundry room EATS clothes I tell ya!
And, don't put it past those sneaky construction guys... we have had them around before, they might surprise you by what they can see.
Our washing machine eats clothes. Literally. I had a repair guy come out once and with in a few minutes, he was pulling little socks and nursing pads (embarassing) from the guts of my machine... don't know about a shirt though.
I don't know that I would miss the smell of a diaper -- maybe. But hmmm, I don't know. Of course my almost 10 year old is still wearing pull ups at night, so maybe that is why...
OK I will stop gabbing now... really. I am stopping. Right now.
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My husband lost a pair of pants, still have no idea where they are to this day. How do clothes walk away? I swear they must though!
Hav a great weekend!