In case my blog title is confusing, which I hope it isn't because that means you cannot quote "The Grinch" by heart.....
The Grinch: One man's toxic sludge is another man's potpourri.
The Grinch: I don't know, it's some kind of soup.
My Saturdays can be summed up in a few sentences.
Scott gets up first, goes and sits in the chair.
When I hear him start to cook breakfast, I get up.
We both sit at the table and eat.
Afterwards, he goes back to the chair, and I open my laptop.
I sit there roughly 2 hours blogging and reading emails.
He sits in the chair and watches crappy television.
I get up around lunchtime, and fix something to eat.
He jumps up and says "why didn't you tell me you were hungry!"
I look at him, continue fixing my food.
He goes back to the chair.
After I eat I start to make dish water.
He jumps up and says "I was just about to do those".
I glare, then finish the dishes.
He usually grabs a broom and sweeps some of the living room.
I sit back down.
About 15 minutes later he will ask when do I want to go buy groceries.
I shrug and say I don't care.
I move to the bedroom.
He comes into the bedroom about 20 minutes later and stares at me.
Sometimes touches my butt.
Then walks out.
I lay there and read until 3 or so, then get dressed and go buy groceries.
We come home, unload he groceries.
I sit in the green chair until he puts up all of the cold stuff.
I say, "I really need to get stuff done".
He says "what do you want to eat?"
20 minutes later we eat, then I go back to the chair and catch up on DVR until bedtime.
I can delete all of htis and type it word for word.
Saturdays never change.
I failed big time on this blog post, I had so many pictures saved, and a few quirky stories.
Well I am sorry, I failed to document everything.
You get a big ol' blog of potpourri.
I don't know when they were taken, by whom, and nothing is in order.
Just as I stated how every Saturday is the same around here, this one was a doozy.
My mother has an China cabinet that she wanted to get rid of, and for normal people that means maybe moving a table or so, sweeping the floor, and moving the China cabinet in.
I moved one small shelf. Then I decided that it would look too cluttered where I was going to put the China cabinet and decided to move my movie shelf to the bedroom. That means I had to move the bed. That also meant that my bed, which was a haven for all of my clothes meant that I had to fold and put up 7 loads of laundry. I also had to take the bed apart, vacuum the spider web coven below. I had to bring in backup.
Thank you Bailey.
All of the DVD's were moved whilst Bailey attempted to put them all back in the correct cases.
Then came the time to move the China cabinet from my mother's to here.
I was actually told to get out of the way, I TOLD them I am useless when it comes to moving furniture.
I have the strength, just not the common sense.
The same goes at work when I attempt to help in the laundry room.
"Left".....I go right.
"Lisa, your other left!"
I told them, "I will be back tomorrow", to which she replied, "Baybay, I would rather a blind man, with no arms come in here and help me".
Anyway, the bedroom was rearranged, the living room was rearranged, and both rooms are still tore up to hell.
While I very much want to put my two cents in about the Confederate Flag and Gay marriage, I am reminded of some advice I got this week.
"Relax, have fun, and do what makes you feel good".
So I am going to keep my mouth shut.
I leave you these 2 weeks with Morgan Freeman.
"Stop talking about it".
I enjoy sports, binge watching TV, food, reading, and slightly bearded men.