I’m embarrassed. I haven’t blogged in so long, even my computer has forgotten the password. It is difficult to type with my head held so low in shame. I’ll add post more often than quarterly to my New Year’s resolutions.
When my Dearly Beloved mentioned that I was nagging in early January, I added Don’t nag to the list, too, along with my usual duo–exercise and lose weight.
However, the Christmas ornaments are still sitting on the dining room table. We didn’t decorate much, so it’s not like a rummage sale in there, but still. . . .
When I took them all down right after New Year’s, I asked DB would he bring the boxes down from the attic. (I’m forbidden to go up there) and he cheerfully said, “Of course.”
As reminding him would be nagging, I didn’t mention it again until he asked ME when was I going to put away the Christmas decorations.
“When you bring the box down from the attic.”.
He nodded. “I wondered why you were leaving them out for so long.”
That was last week. The attic door has not been opened and the decorations have not been moved.
This shilly-shallying could continue into spring. I’ll just hang a few Valentines on the Christmas things. We don’t even call it being lazy. It’s a brain wane. Now that we are retired, we try to be more frugal, so we keep the lights on in only one brain between us.
Speaking of lights, I should catch you up on what’s new, rodent-wise, here at Squirrel Manor. In a previous post, I mentioned that my brother BroJoe was inundating me with various squirrel items to, he informed me, “improve your sense of humor.”
I showed you my squirrel necklace, my squirrel enameled box, and my squirrel pillows. There was one pair I missed though. . . what bathroom can be without a squirrel family nightlight?
Yes, Friends, I now pee by squirrel light.
How does he FIND this stuff, I wondered. Only my brother would be that crazy.
A couple of weeks later. another package arrived–a total surprisefrom a company called Flytrap Clothing, a North Carolina company. It had to be from BroJoe, I thought, seeing the contents.
Four squirrel napkins, tied with a bow. Even though I am heartless when it comes to squirrels in my garden, I had to admit: these little buggahs ARE cute.
I dug back into the package and found this note:
I met Katybeth Jensen through her blog, My Odd Family, and follow her on Facebook because she is one delightfully zany, sunshiny lady with a touch of um… crazy. Katybeth doesn’t like squirrels any more than I do. Once, she sent me information on how to get rid of squirrels. Since weapons of mass destruction weren’t recommended, the book wasn’t much help. Now here she was, putting the critters in my lap. Literally.
Frankly, if I ran E! network, I’d drop the Kardashians and set cameras up at Katybeth’s Chicago residence. This woman and her teen son run a doggy daycare in their Chicago home and their adventures in and beyond the dog world are often hysterical.
But I digress.
With squirrels overtaking my house, when my brother returned from a trip through West Virginia, bearing a gift from Tamarack, I had no doubt what would be in the colorful wrappings.
“It’s hand-blown glass,” he informed me.
I breathed easier. Even BroJoe would not spend money on a hand-blown glass squirrel, I thought.
I was right.