Sweet Randomness

With all the sick and the busy that's been going on around here, I forgot to show you guys what Husband got me for Valentine's Day.

I will preface this by saying that we go pretty low-key for Valentine's, and typically have a gift limit of $20 or so, with emphasis on the creative, more fine points of gift-giving.

But when does he ever abide by the rules?

(Sometimes I'm glad he doesn't. But don't tell him. Seriously.)

He made this, ya'll. Made it. It's awesome.

And here, in my crazy-induced brain fog, is all I could come up with to get him. Which, by the way, had to be returned the first time because it didn't work. What are the odds? Well, for me, pretty high apparently.We still haven't had a chance to watch it, what with all the returning and exchanging and the sick and the busy.

I am having a hard time getting my laundry done. The folding. Part of my routine is to take the clean load, dump it on my bed, then fold.

Well, my bed looks like this right now. And that's not so conducive to standing around, folding laundry.

To make matters worse, along with about 73 loads of unfolded laundry, here's the stuff that was under the bed, now inconspicuously stored in my bedroom.

What's with the bed? Oh, I'm sure that's a story that merits its own long and rambling story, so you'll probably hear about that soon. I know you're holding your breath.

Tuesday when C and I were out running some errands, I was putting him back in the carseat and said, "Hey, now we're going to Mimi's house. Doesn't that sound like fun?"

He promptly grinned and responded, "Mimi! Mimi!" Yes, I told him, we were going to Mimi's. Then he looked at me with raised eyebrows as if to correct me and said, "Meem."

So I guess that eleven grandchildren and three great-grandchildren later (I think that count is right), Mimi could be getting a new name. All because of one smarty-pants little boy who takes it upon himself to spank his own hand.

Oh, and just in case you weren't aware, a toddler can, in the approximate 2.3 seconds between taking their diaper off and lifting them over into the tub, leave a puddle in the bathroom floor.