Worst Part of the Day - The plow guy who was supposed to come today never showed up! So the car is in the garage, but I'm scared to move it. Husband o' mine called and talked me down (just don't pull it into the garage he calmly tells me. Oh yeah, why didn't I think of that?) Funny thang about the plow guy - I've been calling him 'Nordie' because Husband said that was his name. And I even said "what kind of name is 'Nordie?' And husband says "his name?" I find out (after calling him to find out why he didn't come and he just plum forgot) that his name is 'Mark' and 'Nordie' is just some sort of nickname? So here I am acting as if I'm his frat brother who has known him for ten years. Cracked me up. When I say to Husband - oh hell his name is Erik, I'm tried of calling him husband, stalk me if you wish. So when I say to Erik, "um his name is Mark." He says "huh. I've only ever known him as Nordie." Enlightening.
Best Part of the Day - Oh the babysitter! I left her specific written instructions and upon my arrival home (after a two hour cut and color complete with highlights, lowlights and whatever else will cover my grey), it seemed she had followed each and every one. Both boyz were happy, clean, dry and fed. Ahhhhhh. Also Erik arrived home in time to help me put the boyz in the bath and bed - felt like nothing to just do one child.
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