It's Tuesday, and rumor has it that if you go here... Stacy's hosting Random Tuesday thoughts.
Go on, check her out. I'll wait.
Lately I have posted about making more than one meal for dinner or breakfast. Just to be clear here, this is not the norm for me. I am not a short order cook, if you don't like what's for dinner, the other option is cereal. But occasionally, I will make different things as Youngest and I eat Gluten free and sometimes it's just easier to make two different meals. So, tonight I was making dinner, helping with homework, and talking to Tony on the phone when I realized that the oil I was heating in the pan was ready. As I moved the pan off the heat, the oil skipped over the surface and landed on my super absorbent socks.
My foot blistered almost immediately.
Upon inspecting my wounded foot, Tony replied "You better put some Neosporin on that."
Upon further inspection, I'm thinking "How can I make this a long term injury that will render me unable to work until January?"
I requested Annual leave tomorrow from work. I was approved but was asked if I could come in and work until one. Which I will. Now, being the proactive person I am, I switched some shifts and talked to my boss about finding someone to cover what I can't. When I discussed this with the other senior sub he got all snippy and replied "Good luck finding someone to do that for you."
Um, hello? Not my problem. I'm working so other people don't have to. And again, it's not my problem. Don't know what I did to get his knickers in a knot, but I'll reiterate,
Not. My. Problem.
Ah, holiday cheer. Can't you just feel it?
My cat is scared of his cat door, so I leave it open for him. Let's not get into how he'll bang his head into the locked bedroom door until it finally gives into his body slams and it opens. The other day it fell closed and he couldn't get to his litter box. He proceeded to jump on the bed, dig his front paws into me while I slept, and then run all over the house, crying like a lunatic. After an hour, Tony finally got up to find the cat had pooped in the tub.
It's a good thing the kids are attached, or he'd find himself out on the curb.
As a bonus, it provided fodder to Youngest's school blog.
I really need a nap.
And a vacation.
The insurance check for the damage to the sun room is going to be about $700 more than we expected. We can do the work ourselves for less than half of the full quote.
Can you say road trip?
Oldest is in the final stages of losing all his baby teeth. Today he lost another molar, and if my count is right he only has one more left to lose.
He's down stairs right now rigging a booby trap for the Tooth Fairy.
It involves bait (the tooth), a lot of yarn, and a paper cross bow.
Good thing the tooth fairy knows how to duck and weave.