Birds invade our back porch when it gets cold. We can't figure out how they get in, and they can't figure out how to get out. It wouldn't bother me for them to be on the porch except that they POOP on stuff. This morning, I found two big white splatters on my worktable (which I am not currently using because it's too cold to stay on the porch for long). Disgusting.
This week has been tough, already. Recall that The Husband and I are trying to give up cigarettes and have bought vape gizmos to help us do it. We're not snapping at each other . . . yet.
(I am convinced that the nicotine is only a tiny fraction of my addiction. If I'm busy, I don't think about cigarettes. But there are triggers. Driving is one: get in the car, crank up, buckle up, back up, go forward, hit a long stretch of road, light a cigarette. Might not puff it three times before I put it out. Crazy, I know.
So I may have to give up driving in order to quit smoking. ;) )
Last night, just as we were about to sit down to supper, our daughter-in-law called to ask us to come get the granddaughters. Son #2's car croaked when he cranked it up after work (he thinks it's the transmission); she needed to go pick him up and didn't want to take the girls. So The Husband went to get them.
After everybody had been fed, The Husband began the task of putting together the Hot Wheels racetrack I'd bought for the Little Rotten Baby (who is now almost 5). We have no good toys in this house - nothing that hasn't already been through four grandchildren and is "old hat." All the dolls are naked and have crazy hair. The one toy that engages the LRB for a little while is Thomas the Train, left over from The Grandson's tender years (he's 18 now). She mostly enjoys putting the track together, figuring out the right curves to get the ends to meet. Once that's done, she typically moves on to something else, leaving The Husband playing with the trains. I figure they'd both have better fun with the racetrack.
But just about the time The Husband got it together - it was a maze of loop-de-loops - the DIL called to say that they were on their way home and that the girls should go home and start their baths. It was raining, so I took them home in the car. When I got back and tried to move the racetrack, it fell apart. Just as well. It seems to be the assembly that engages.
Today I'm having lunch with my former boss. This is not our usual lunch day, but I will be out of town on our regular lunch day. I need to go a little early and shop for a present for her.
I will want a cigarette while I drive. :-\
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