It has been brought to my attention, post-electrical fire, that I should have reached for my fire extinguisher. Oh wise people, of course I should have, but I was in primitive mode - fire ceiling wall must stop fire house burn down me nude in street crying sad sad sad - so I grabbed the water bottle. Cavegirl did the best she could.
(I know it against all that is holy and PC to question these energy saving bulbs, but I am ripping them out of my house. I think the fire was an anomaly; I don't really think it will happen again. But now I am stuck with a broken, mercury-filled bulb. I don't understand how we can embrace a poison as good for the environment. Just ask Lexi and even she knows she can't have tuna often because the ocean is polluted and I am crazy when it comes to stuff like that. This contradiction makes my head hurt, or maybe it was the fumes yesterday - all I know is I felt like I was doing something good for the earth and now, I am not so sure.)
Ok, I feel better, getting that out.
Greg is off to the beach, again, for the weekend with his BFF (somewhere a man is grimacing at his laptop, begging me not to say that anymore) and a bunch of fellas, ushering in football season and fishing. When he returns, and before he takes off on his next business trip, we are shooting to get the new tires. I would do it myself, but my husband has many opinions about the Subaru breed and so, I am a 1950s housewife, frail and unable, waiting on her husband. He is adamant that the tires are not that bad, that we were planning on getting new ones soon anyway, but now I am freaked out. As is my way. I'm sure I was a vision of peace and calm when he returned from his day trip to California and back yesterday. Yet he still loves me which just proves my luck is turning around.
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