Finally--finally!--FINALLY, I've published the report I've been working on for the last 6 months. One of my coworkers told me I looked different a few days later, like I was standing up straighter and smiling more. It's an incredible sense of relief and one of the biggest challenges of my career and I'm very proud that I got it done and done well.
My little guy is conked out on the couch with a cold. I've been giving him Motrin occasionally for fever, and Dimetapp this morning for the snot. The Dimetapp wound him up bigtime! I felt bad because after the Dimetapp he was in a good mood and so goofy and I couldn't help but laugh at his sillier moments, even though I knew it was because he was doped up.
When the Dimetapp wore off, I confess, I gave him a tiny dose of Benedryl instead. It was naptime, and I knew he'd have no nap with Dimetapp (Maybe that should be their new marketing campaign?). So I crossed my fingers and gave him the Benedryl. I temper my guilt with the knowledge that he needs his rest.
Tom is picking up on the antiques and collecting hobby, still working toward putting together his own business. We've been watching more Bargain Hunt. One couple bought a silver ladle from the 18th century to display as a "conversation piece". I don't understand this logic. I imagine every conversation would go this way:
"Is that a ladle?"
"Yes, it's from the 18th century."
"Why did you buy it?"
"As a conversation piece."
"Oh."
I saw someone buy a huge butterchurn once, same purpose. It was a like a barrel with legs, and a giant handle to turn. There was a small window on one end to see the progress. Again, I imagine each conversation as:
"What the heck is that?"
"A butter churn."
"Why would you buy a butter churn?"
"As a conversation piece."
"Oh."
To be fair, these would be conversations with the buyers and their guests. I'm sure that guests and visitors amongst themselves would have some very spirited conversations about the buyers and their interesting taste.
I really don't know what else to add. I post only once a month and still have nothing to say. I'm a very boring person.
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7 comments:
Of the many things you are, "boring" is never one of them. Smart, funny and sarcastic fit the bill much better. And as for the benadryl - don't feel guilty. He needed the rest, and you needed him to have a nap. No reason for guilt there. Now, if you were dosing him up with it every 4 hours 24 hours a day 7 days a week, well, THEN you could feel guilty.
Honey, you are NEVER boring! I'm so glad you decided to post--and I had no idea Tom was interested in "antiques, collectibles, and conversation pieces." Love you.
Where was my brain when I wrote that response? My first comment should have been CONGRATULATIONS!!! I'm glad you finished your report. I hope it gave you a true sense of accomplishment.
D'oh! (slaps herself on the forehead).
Ditto for me! Congrats on finishing up that report!
Is this the same Becca who was once Becky who posed with a box of tampons for me to take her picture in the middle of the grocery store? The same one who drove through drive-thrus and deliberately ordered a popular item from a different restaurant's menu? Who read romance novels aloud to live organ music...ooops, that one didn't sound right...ANYWAY---that person would never fit under the category of boring. Try again later.
Post new pics of little guy.
Hey, aren't you due for your monthly post yet? You've only got a little over a week left in the month of October. Better get bloggin'!
Hugs!
Dearie, I just wanted you to know I saw yo mama today at the Pavilion. She had a flock of little sheep in tow--they were going swimming. I didn't have enough time to chat, but she seemed to be doing well.
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