after reading karen’s latest post about craving a sandwich and nesting, i did what any pregnant girl would do — i made myself a sandwich and i organized the hall closet. then i sat down to blog.
my boys are out tonight, eating dinner and watching fireworks with some “fweens” (or “friends”, if you aren’t fluent in jones-speak). this means i have the house to myself — cleaning and organizing like a maniac, in between falling on the couch to read blogs or a book, is my at-home-alone M.O. this is what happens when i’m left to my own devices. and tomorrow, bryan will not be able to find whatever it is he’s looking for — the phonebook? the kitchen funnels? the lighter? the cell phone cord? the papers that were on the table last night? i’ve forgotten where i put them all.
sorry, love. we both know this is perhaps the cross you will bear in making me your wife. 🙂