Because I should post more often . . .

Today is one of those days.  I am tired. The kids slept like two crank addicted tween girls with tickets to a Justin Bieber concert the next day.  I just found out the washer--which resides in my recently cleaned basement-- is broken.  I believe there is a clog in the water pump.  I am going to try and fix it.  This is like someone from the 1800's seeing a space shuttle for the first time and saying "I believe this is a flying machine.  I am going to try to fly it."  Disaster is imminent.  The only reason I know it's possible to fix is because this has happened (twice) before and the last time the repair man took pity on me.  He told me how to do it.  All you need is a socket set and a screw driver.  I think I have a screw driver.  I do not own a socket set.  It's going to be all Flowers for Algernon in my basement tonight.  The beginning and the end, not the middle.

 Also, I just spilled half of a gallon jug of olive oil on the kitchen floor. How do I clean that up?  I'll go rub it in with my socks until the wood looks polished.  Hold please . . . there.  The floor looks and smells delicious, and my feet feel really funky.

On the plus side, my daughter--who should be napping right now--is walking around in a pink and white long sleeve t-shirt, underwear, and pink winter snow boots and repeating loudly, "Natural History!  When you come to the 'Useum of Natural History (unintelligible rambling) . . . "

A quick and tasty side dish:  roasted cauliflower and corn with olive oil, thyme, a little garlic, lemon zest, and parm cheese.  yummy.

Finally, I lost a follower a couple of days ago.  I gained a new one, so the universe retains it's balance, but still, I was surprised.  I'm not sure what I did wrong, but whatever it was, I hope they were very offended.

Livin' the dream,

Homemaker Man