What a peculiar year this is turning out to be. Soaring like an eagle for 6 months to now be plumbing the depths like a bottom feeder. Is my mettle up to it? Can I do the big dipper any more? More importantly do I give a flying f...?
Most of the house has had a facelift hence all the surplus furniture and ornaments stacked up in the garage making it a useless space. The kids still treat it like a dump and leave stuff all over the place, this leads to Mrs B to go off the deep end Lecturing anyone in earshot ( most people cock a def 'Un) about tidiness and how at their age she shouldn't be clearing up after them, whilst at the same time picking up and folding aforementioned offending items. A slight irony I feel, I did bravely once venture to suggest that if she didn't pick them up then at some point they would have to, only to be told I was an idiot, I knew nothing and how could I live in such a pigsty? I ventured to suggest I would place them in a black bag and place them in the garage (before she had filled it with now unwanted treasures), to which she replied - idiot and what will they wear? Hmm I said perhaps when they have run out of clothes they may realise and not leave then lying around! Ha I felt moral high ground to me!
Don't be so ridiculous they are only children once and soon they will be gone! (not soon enough I muttered under my breath)! Only goes to prove women really are from Venus, or was it Mars or perhaps it was my garage after all!
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