My mom can't come to the blog right now because she can't lift her arms up to reach the computer keyboard. As she mentioned yesterday, she decided that there is such a thing as Fall cleaning after all, and I was subjected to about eighteen hours of grunting, cursing, and sweating. Never fear, though...as per my instructions from Aunt Chrissy, I have her office number dialed on my cell phone and the 9 and the 1 ready to go on the house phone.
(Do you suppose that now would be a good time to tell my mom that she missed an entire portion of the dining room and that I accidentally peed on the wine cabinet, or should I save that little tidbit for another day?)
Anywhoose, we're off to a quiet Thursday here. Mom's got an appointment in about an hour, so I parked her in the tub and advised her to think about doing something with those Shrek-like legs. I know we're coming into cooler weather and this means that the peddle-pushers and crop-pants will be relegated to the back of the closet (thank God), but I'm trying to get the old lady into the habit of remaining stubble free. Based on the last few winters, though, I'm not at all optimistic.
Here's her progress on Quaker Diamonds:
I hope you have a fabulous day!
With love from your pal,