Explaining my job to other people is weird. Like what am I supposed to say…. “Well today I painted a banana on a clock and got a dog to ride a Segway?”
Absolutely loving all the jackhammers, earth movers and pressure washers going off mere inches from the nursery window at exactly nap time every day.
I’m fine everything’s fine.
Max needs to man up and face the facts. the socks he has worn for the last three days cannot be worn for a fourth day. I will do him a grand service by moving them from the floor to his dirty clothes basket.
Always surprised at who has me on their “close friends” share lists. Like my coworker from 15 years ago’s ex wife.. yes, show me that personal content, I’m truly honored.
On nights I don’t make dinner for max he will pick one random thing in the fridge and eat it. Last night it was a whole box of lettuce. Tonight, he’s cooking JUST the thing of mushrooms. mushroom dinner.