I've been exiled to the office from the family room, where I had been happily watching television. My husband and my kindergartener are in there wrapping Christmas presents for me. My daughter has a hard time keeping secrets...she has already divulged that they picked out "two pairs of something" for me. I told her I didn't want any hints, but she was insistent on telling me that much.
I thought I might try enjoying my temporary banishment with a glass of Cabernet, but after the first sip I remembered that my other daughter needs a ride home from work in half an hour, and it'll be me who has to make that run. Best save the Cabernet for afterward.
A check of my message boards revealed very little activity.
A game of Free Cell? Gems? Text Twist? Nah. Not in the mood.
What's left to do but fiddle with my blog? I asked myself if it was possible to blog an entire entry about absolutely nothing of value whatsoever.
Probably. Interesting? Perhaps not.
My in-laws arrive the day after tomorrow. I spent the day yesterday deep cleaning. The master bathroom smelled like white vinegar for hours, but the floor sparkles! Amazing, that - in this day of The Space Age Housewife, vinegar remains the most effective floor cleaner. The eternally wise, efficient and thrifty Betty Crocker would be proud. All I could think of was salad dressing and pickles.
I hear giggling from the family room. Giggling and the Squirrel Nut Zippers' version of "Sleigh Ride."
Salad dressing, pickles, and "Sleigh Ride." And I haven't even had the wine yet!
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I avoid white vinegar until I can't possibly put it off any longer precisely because of that smell. Who wants to shower in a pickle jar?
So. How was the wine? :)
xoxo
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