That sounds like equitable division of parenting icks, Steph. H took care of vomit, we split fevers, I did poop, diarrhea, splinters, broken bones, knocked out teeth, general blood, and psyhological counseling. And happily accepted that division.
Thanks for the good wishes. I had a lovely dinner out last night, and two hilarious cards from H, several pretty ones from friends. And the breakfront in the dining room is nearly finished (!) and I got the last framed art hung in my office (chores and tasks done count as presents). I'm a lucky girl.
What's your most hated chore? Mine's vacuuming. I will procrastinate by scrubbing toilets and doing laundry, re-orging closets, or even dusting so I don't get around to vacuuming. Second hated: scrubbing the tub or shower.
Floors in general are my nemeses. Not sure why.
Like Amy, I'll put anything away. Sorting and organizing is actually relaxing to me. It is my go-to procrastination.
Friends will actually comment on the order in my closet. If I could alphabetize my clothes, I would.
But the floors...ugh.
I love to iron, if I can do it in front of the TV. I also had to iron for work at H&M, so I got used to it.
Thanks again for the congrats!
And people who really watch Nikita! That is even more exciting.
chores and tasks done count as presents
This is totally me. On the '5 Love Languages' scale, I'm way, way into 'acts of service' over touch, talk, gifts and quality time. Waaaay over.
With no current beau. Bartleby is picking up the slack doing his duty with cuteness, being healthy and providing yeoman's service as the dish pre-rinse cycle.
I'm definitely doing some cooking today because I just went to the little organic store to get chow and cleaned out their "free to a good home" table. I got just slightly wrinkled red and yellow peppers, celery, and five pints of heirloom cherry tomatoes. I'm thinking sauce of some sort.
Many happy returns, Bev!
I'm with Sail in hating all chores. There aren't any that I will do rather than do something else, I am more likely to just hide from them all.
Round one in the kitchen accomplished. Going to take at least a couple more before I should do any baking, probably. I don't have to go out and do anything today, though, so that's fine.
Eta: that definitely sounds like sauce, brenda. Nice.
Happy birthday, Beverly!
I know, you can give me a present. Tell me a Bev-story about your favorite theatrical production you ever worked on.
I was earwormed with a horrible 70s song, so S. just sang the Mets song for us. And then Sara told him not to go on American Idol. Burned.
Skipping oh-so-way-too-much, after no internet (!) for over a week (!!)* but at least on time for, according to the Buffista Calendar, a double Buffista birthday: both Beverly's as well as Benno's.
Happy birthday, Beverly! With lots of wishes for a great day and a wonderful year!
Happy birthday, Benno! With lots of wishes for your mom, your sister, and all your family!
* The apartment is lovely, and we're both glad we rented it, but, goodness, the infrastructure here apparently really wants to isolate us from the outside world, and is ready to take any nasty measures in order to ensure said isolation. Sigh.
And deepest apologies for -t, Pix and Connie neil, whose birthdays I've sadly missed. I mean, my wishes from across the ocean were heartfelt, but not font-felt, and on an internet message board, that's what counts.
