I’m starting to think about MdS as a restful vacation with a bit running thrown in. I’m not underestimating the desert...
I am not allowed to get up from the table today until this pile is gone. (Unless it’s to do my leg and core workout — or run.)
This pile needs to go away too.
There are also 253 e-mails in my in-box that I need to work my way through. (That’s right, if you’ve been waiting to hear from me, today’s the day.) Asa no longer has any underwear in his drawer and we’re down to one pair of socks, but the laundry is pretty far down the “To Do” list. Pajama Day at the Howards! Bring your child and your “To Do” list. I’ll brew the coffee and serve you some of Asa’s Valentine’s Day haul.
The bag’s full people.
Some non-blog writing needs to happen as soon as the piles disappear and some research. A little coaching. (New client in the in box this morning!) And, yeah, I need to run. And roll my leg around on a piece of PVC pipe. My inner Mater is hollering “DAAAADGUM!” as I type. Until tomorrow then.
PS. Asa has taken to saying “Dadgum” like Mater. (Stinking cute.) I told him it was okay if he used a really strong twangy drawl– so it was apparent he was imitating “Cars.” (Super stinking cute.) Eliot’s skeptical, but I convinced him we should take the ignore-it-and-it’ll-pass approach rather than the nip-potentially-offensive-semi-swearing-in-the-bud approach. Thoughts? (Other than limiting “Cars” watching time, because he’s only seen it twice.)