I intended to have today's post published before nine a.m. I forgot about the contractor coming at eight. No worries. I finished cleaning the kitchen while he painted the drywall repair in the entryway. I wanted to be nearby in case Martin's hip gave out on him again. Sixty-something-year-old guys with bad hips and climbing up ladders scare me. Besides, he shares funny stories about his life in England and his accent makes everything he says fascinating. Why is that?
Anyway - after Martin left, I planted myself in front of the computer. The moment I opened my Gmail account this crazy vortex opened up and sucked me into a Facebook conversation started by Tristi Pinkston. I couldn't pull myself out! Fortunately, my visiting teacher and her two adorable daughters dropped by and rescued me. The girls bounced all over the porch vying to show me the reindeer food they made in preschool and how they planned to sprinkle the sparkling oats on their lawn so Rudolph could find them. They begged their mom to let them stay and play with my doll house with me. But their mom told them we have to wait until after Christmas.
When I sat back down to write, my bangs kept falling in my eyes so I had to run up stairs and find the right scissors. I didn't want to get hair all over the sink which meant I had to go back downstairs for a paper towel. I solved the bang problem with just a couple of snips. Since Christmas pictures are still two weeks away, I think I'll be okay.
Upon returning to the office, my tummy grumbled and woke up the chocolate covered cherries, raspberries and Oreo truffles from their hibernation in the refrigerator. They shouldn't have called out to me. I wouldn't have eaten them if they had just stayed quiet. It's not my fault! Now I'm going to have to make more to hide the evidence. Do you think if I add some Cookie Dough Buckeyes to the plates and wear a long sweater over the popped button on my jeans I can keep anyone from noticing?