Monday Musings

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Why, yes! I did work on this throughout the week and schedule it for posting at 8:00 a.m. SHARP! (Seriously, I don’t do mornings. We’ve covered this.)


Seems we go through this at least once every year. They’re in my house. They’re swarming outside my door, so anytime anyone opens ANY door for ANY reason, they come in. At least I’m not as bothered by them as other bugs– or worse, SPIDERS!  They eat other bugs, and they’re not a nuisance, so I’m leaving them, for now. If that changes, I’m going to have to get out the shop vac and relocate them.


There are certain things you start to expect after so many years of living with a man. Let’s take, for example, this:


This is one of the two shelves above my kitchen sink. From left to right, you’ll see the dish soap, the cute little tea tin where I like to keep the sponge, and a candle crock. The sponge was drying at the time I took the picture, which is why it’s not in the tin with the steel wool scrubbers. You’ll also notice there’s a random screw (and not the good kind) next to the dish soap. Why it’s there is a mystery, but I’ve been told it has a purpose, and it’s been sitting there for months now. I tend to knock it into the sink at least twice a week while doing dishes. Eventually, that sucker will fall down the drain COMPLETELY BY ACCIDENT I SWEAR, and then some other random thing will take its place. Speaking of tea…

I don’t know why I need this, but I do.


It’s a TARDIS tea infuser. I don’t even drink tea all that much, but I love all things Doctor Who, and I have a slightly ridiculous obsession with David Tennant.

A couple of confessions…

While I’ve considered doing them, I’ve not had enough original though to put into weekly confessions or favorites, though I am working on a monthly favorites posting for November that will go up the first week of December. I’m just writing things down as I go, really. But as far as confessions go, I thought it’d be okay to at least admit that I do this thing when I’m in the shower…

Don’t pretend you don’t do this, too.

I’ll also admit that I’ve never paid for a Redbox rental. I’m not doing anything illegal. They just keep sending me codes for a free rental, and I keep using them. Oh, and if you use Redbox and you’re a mom, you’ll TOTALLY understand the benefit of reserving a selection online FIRST and then picking it up at the kiosk.